Flying little sprite,
she haunts you in the night.
Flying little fright,
she walks under the light.
She's perfect, she's perfect,
a daughter of the night sky,
cast down from way up high.
Oh, she knows your addiction,
Oh, she enjoys your attrition,
Oh, she loves you of her own volition.
Wake up, man, wake up from this nightmare!
Go, now! Go now! Walk away from the vixen's lair!
Run back to reality, if you dare...
E aqui temos um pequeno soneto da minha autoria, dedicado a quem se achar dedicável. Para a próxima, há mais.