What point I make is made thus done
When I say to you we end it here
What would you have me do
You miss the thrust of it
You miss the smallest point of reason
The logic of pointless blunder is beyond you
I have tried to tame the tiger but it never sleeps
Whereas you are like the fallen tree never to awaken
When our time was done you should have woken and departed to find another sleeping dragon's lair into which to thrust your sword
But no you stayed and were there upon my awakening
Screaming your vile threats of meat and potatoes
I closed my mind and ears to all but the sound of the running creek
Be gone oh witch of time
Be gone for thee are done
I am done with thee
Be gone...