Scrivener’s friend

Confidant meant to be noon, perpetually;

Nothing fallacy between, no rift within;

Brought in a trice all way doom in the comradeship,

With no delineation and not a goodbye in the split!

Pule all night, poem all day,

Fragmented friendship 

lead to agony that had no remedy.

Lamented comradeship and vamoosed confidants, brought in a trice all way 

begetting great rift in comradeship!

Life got to be lacking, 

scrivener in woe and

poem in pule!

Lamented friendship, 

brought in soul all woe

And left poems forlorn 

being scrivener in all agony