Gone

This is the rise of a new dawn

Birth of a fawn

But with new spawn

There must be somewhere an awn.

With this wave yon'

I'll be gone

But I ask you carry on.

See my happiness I would just con,

It was no lie, my looking wan

Looking drawn.

Perhaps I'll see the sky khan

So go aloof until bon.

I helped the fates complete my string half sawn

I can't beat the anon

They carry too much brawn.

This will be the last message along the axon

As my life off I pawn.

leaving this message with my last yawn.