Girt

Bitch encircled sea –

A crater of nothing, but evil,

Enveloping our wheel

Flinched at being –

So tiny, (I know now)

Against yourself

Cried true love, I’d craft

Shield for you – nothing – not

Ever see – I’ll fashion everyday

Colloquialism, saying please

Don’t take your sight away from

Me – no don’t – ever – leave