In my Garden of thought,

Where has little gossamer gone?
has she fleeted out to the thornwall?
of what tempers awoken, and beasts shown
when exposed as she is to them?

will she be shredded, and gore spatter the walls?
or will some beast take her by the jaw?

Oh where has little gossamer gone?
Will she even make it past the the waterway?
Or drown like the light from the sky?

Come home, gossamer,
My runes only can nature defy,

and what life left to
live,

when all is gone?

my gossamer, 

my hope

today?