Careless blunders,

sporadically songs of thunder,

frolicking vessels shapely wonder;

Have those pawns came truly disguised as another?

Keep speculation smothered,

wrong assumptions make for weary nights as like no other;

Stir they will,

the night tapping upon floor,

spin whirling chills,

closing behind them – thy door;

Run if one shall,

hooks burn deep down chest walls.

E;YaF