In Timed For Not The Clicking Tick,
As Dwarven And Buried As The Scarab's Scratching Gnaw,
Then To Wards Of Oblivion's Laughing Glass Jaw...
How Do The Cowled Howl To Spoon At A Moon's Gate,
Under Naught The Saucer Nor Cupped,
To See The Saw By Ruby Wooded And Stoned,
And Bee For The Maw By Baby Hooded
-RICHARD WILLIAM KIRKPATRICK-THORNE
*This poem was originally written for an Elder Scrolls Online player with the PSN name "bokurai" who offered me 2000 gold (in game) for a poem. Enjoy.