Lying awake to die.

Apon the sky.

The moon wane.

But do not blame.

"For it was I,"

She claim.

Warm as a sauna.

Know my name.

Don't know, that's a shame.

For I has hinted in this poem, indeed.

Before I proceed.

Thus such a bane.

To fight again, indeed.

For a word I didn't rhyme.

Hinting a name of mine.

Not alone, I cried.

For I died.

Again I will rise.

From my demise.

Call my name.