Comments about Landrey
O’er the crest of the hill
Came hence a cry so shrill,
That with darting eyes
I searched the skies
For a someone; invisible one.
Through the mist of the night
I scanned with all my might.
Yet I found not a soul,
Nor light, as from a coal.
But a someone; imperceptible one.
As I came near the spot
I beheld what I sought,
I could not tell, friend or foe.
Appearing first a shadow,
Now a someone; immortal one.
I give up, it’s no longer worth it.
Here’s my chip, I haven’t what it takes.
Count me out, I can’t run, I’m not fit.
You go on, at least you guys aren’t fakes.
Here’s my stuff, divide it among you,
My last words, don’t you dare be a fool! !