I shall be going away
The trips is short but erelong
I shan’t know knight from day

I travel from right to wrong
Out of this mundane world
Intend I to fall headlong

Noone sees realities swirled
Both light and dark my sight plague
So to there my sail be unfurled

Do forgive my prattling vague
Such matters do so offend
Thus I speak as wizzened mage

My days amongst you end
All good thoughts and hopes I send