The wind below calm,
i still recall at the dam,
I was too dump,
to take the jump,
ending up damned,
dumped upon a summon,
by he who is a lover bird,
it was to soon for a bound,
i felt the burn,
i opt to take a bond out,
for this bond was mend to slit,
he like a slirt,
and i alike,
so i took my bow,
made illusion vows,
then sat on my lows,
i did the bid,
his heart a dead seed,
i tore it on my paws
with my spiking tongue,
i fairly send him off,