Halcyon

My black Mineshaft, you inspire me to write. I love the way you call, Tiering and unpleasent, Invading my mind day and night, Always dreaming about the heavy Laatsch. Let me compare you to a pretender? You are more hateful, anxious and obnoxious. Foul fogs hide the oceans of November, And autumntime has the benchmark remark. How do I appreciate you? Let me count the ways. I enjoy your ungrateful eyes, tongue and cords. Thinking of your fateful teeth fills my days. My favour for you is the offensive sprung. Now I must away with a grateful heart, Remember my austere words whilst we're apart.