TRIAL VERSES.

Oddly indeed, as this daemon off me, addresses a need, unworded yet...

I somehow think the dragon does outscore St George...

Being so shiftless today, I'll postpone finding a way To hunt the luscious prey...

'Fore the horizon drawn by time's ecstatic show...

As reluctant as I may be to take my eye and squeeze it in my tea...

Amnesiac, I am. Unable to retain the succulent supply of the past, required to lube the present...

Oh, Siggy, You withered, wintered wizard, hallowed be Thy name...

having you rare prompts my tastebuds to get aware of the unavoidable schism between...