Forget Me Knots

With a lamp under stair

To a babe while in your chair

In your heart once I’m read

Prose kept close won’t have fled

No dusty shelf in paper’s vault

Words neglected are not my fault

With hard coin you would pay

Still unread words cannot stay

No immortality for this bard

If in thought I have not starred

In this rhyme a spell I did weave

Now I fade away to take my leave

Besilius of Blackmoor