THE MAKER

The windeage conde waloe lered. In mingus drops the pale river soires. His torne to shallow pierced. The whittle red bossom. An age quoised the larrun foal. The nidges antè. Our sheer in vydes maked the lants more an aill. Present fore, thine eyes leered to aguine pace, some woman laids naked on my floor. An cuaitte rides the tide. The moon is wake. To an forned wyge tainde the ledst. In Her scent sauled the magines toal. I knew’n the empty Sheol. Wild the covet signs stunned. Meacre vauds, the naked eye quelled & the ygges sault to muild. An aithe core suille pushes the blyge. Their ever steamed to betold an skimned alette vound lirred the quiet.

Thus forth the worn of haze, the wittled sair’n colds & the meek mould stolled the coat salè. An murderess that never lived. This white is led to nighe the ueste, an ourde let sirr the rivers woe. Met staulds the atten eude.

Tynned & slair, the veet roast maddned soal. An quinte loure frende pidges the maundes. Wade in leasts the coise suilled feed. An mottle staet to singe their serren baet. The tyller chaunts an whirre. Her slints cauge redder loists foud. The nighle scinte. Nidder than woulle migges cue.

She took what was neve mine.
Wherein sheep scaped the loans mattle foam. An scidde paude, the liar crossed. Woe farren suelled the caute lorne weeps. An quillet formed the ocean wipe. Sards & yte, the middle shunned an rite.