As instruments are brought to tune,
An ear I'd ask to lend,
to hear a verse o' geist of fortune,
and its friend.

Avoided are its path and so to is its wake,
its passage snuffs out candlelight,
so who would ever make,
an offer of respite?

A being so benevolent extending friendship's bond,
its eyes saw through the suffering veil,
and while the geist its friend was fond,
misfortune did entail.

Despite the stay of respite lasting night and day,

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