Why What A Fool Was I To

I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.

Thou Shalt Be Free As Mountain Winds: But Then Exactly Do All Points Of My Command.

My Will Enkindled By Mine Eyes And Ears, Two Traded Pilots 'twixt The Dangerous Shores Of Will And Judgment.

Things At The Worst Will Cease Or Else Climb Upward To What They Were Before.