Cantare Amantis Est

Ask the cat for Mr Wines 
But not for Mr Eaten 
Curse the stars and curse the Sun
Curse! the void between them
Round and round and round they go
The knives a-circling faster
Down and down and down the well
Down! went the Master
Will we ever know his name
Will the letters brand all
Out of sight is out of mind
Out! goes the Candle

… There’s the risk of digging through old, discarded work – you’re bound to find something to make you wince.