4:09 pm Sigma lobby. Based on ‘The Singing Butler’ by Jack Vettriano. Finished 11:12 pm my dorm.
At last, I danced with Autumn
on the sands that were our stage,
and branded in Blythe’s bowler
every choler of his wage.
A love that stemmed from thorny brush,
to now, my blushing hue,
clutching to the comfort of a dream that died in dew.