Opus 1692
Phillip A. Ellis
Enchanted, I die
a minuscule death
and with nothing left
to do but to sigh--
"Prosody may lie
with shattering breath;
enchanted, I die
a minuscule death."
Glamours may fade, hie,
devoid of all depth,
lie with little depth,
may cause me to cry--
"Enchanted, I die...."