guard against the night
said thy thyness;
such a lonely knight
walking in silence
no need to please
for we aren't from 'ere;
this is true release
having the gods near
I am talking about poetry
you petty fool;
I've the internet as my reality
words my tool
so many have but a mind
possessed by vanity;
come walk with the kind
masters of singularity
every thought
finds a written form;
just as it ought
to be in my genome
