I was once a sitting duck, until the

Scottish lass; with her colourful

strokes, became a friend of sorts; I

paid no more than fair I swear, she

brought upon us the written;

a truth for child and adult alike,

and I feel a sadness now inside;

Her resorting to mind alterings;

as the light is here, always here,

I swear,

my wee lass,

stay away; stay away

the darkest days are

gone; and done