I affirm to be left alone,

there's no hope for this heart of stone;

Leave me to be, and go back....

Ravens: as do I, do not take kind of attack;

Stares curiously he does,

basking within simmering fears I hush;

Motions un-proportioned waving closer,

'I wish to seal your soul a bit of closure....'

Words heard, but of no formation,

stiffened limbs inches of a courier's evasion,

'Think not of me a slinking perversion,

Haunting the darker poets' imagination....'

But, I mustn't – I stutter;

'Only step morals aside,

Drop that weary mind....'

It's unruly and unwise – I shutter;

'For I may step inside,

Play as if thee were mine....'

Will you be considerate as well as kind? I pucker;

'We shall have such a hexing time.'