Confused Poem by Pierre Rausch

He lived many years
In the underground cup
And his companions followed
In the underground cup

It's in his mind
That is what was
Doesn't know it better
Set by one, one by one

The Wild was even wilder
In this way they could escape
That is what was in his mind

Far down in fortune
„Farewell“
They had escaped
Your admiration, thank

Flee, they found enough
And in the name of him, we see

Looks as if
Refused to go straight
And they hand on
In the underground cup

Freek one more guess
Till' it is made
'Till it is stick
Frequency to guess

Stream stirs in gladness
A knock on thought
Those weren't crows!
Could be alltogether lid

There were the light elves and the deep elves
With a darker red
Anyway without line
Our like in lodging