A Poet emerges, he's writing his rhymes
He's choosing each verse and he's taking his time
He's writing them fast, he's writing them slow
He'll write from his past, he'll write what he knows
Been gone for three months or maybe, was it six?
Well bygones be bygones as I show what I've writ
So let you know Gallo, I've yet met my end
Durahan's returned, always fateful, your friend
P.S. It's just a start, but I plan to add more
So give me a subject and we'll tally the score
Verses reason and rhyme, if there be one
Logic will fade.... now I think that I'm done ^^