Ink will run-
faithful as thy setting sun.
Great is a trust such as this.
If I should miss, throw me now,
into a deep- dark abyss.

Burn me stake.
Drown me blood.
Throw me now to the river’s flood.

To miss thy ink is death to think-
Life gone faster than thy dear titanic sink.

Run thy ink-
agony to think,
faithful friend til’ far passed the end,
Never wary- life to lend- dear faithful, flowing friend.

Awake with me til’ five passed three-
close to the rising sun.
Carry me,
dear faithful thee, use closed ears to forever see.

To take thy ink is death to think,
throw me now to the river’s flood.
My faithful friend will always,
greatly,
willingly,
boldly, rise above.