Sonnet 1.
As I pass out to this strange brand new world
I sense my form go cold and freeze to bone
A man comes up using a ring of a lord
He grabs my arm, but shadow comes and I’m alone

I look for shadow, not mind the only way backThrough lean dark trees, looking for my dark brave hero
Never quite finding, never quite reaching, it’s always a lack
I gaze up from sad path and he’s all aglow

How I crave the fill of his warmth all over
My heart fills with every nerve on my hungry soul
My soul roars with joy at a cute gold clover
I cut it and watch out for the ugly troll
And in the end this is just but a dream
In my lone room with a flash of sun’s gleam.