Scofs and Rituals

What stemmed from a mystic romantic tale The Lack of love and endearment inspires me Nothing other then this another classic speak In the tone of a voice one wants to hear soothing and sensual the perfection of study Muddy road, the tracks of a wobbling wheel brisk chilly evening winds glazing the tempered feel Glistening skies it's Christmas Eve Loneliness my warm blanket a sweetened confection for me to eat