Stanza In The Haze

William Shakespeare’s lonely tread
Whispered softly in my head
Quill the seed of sultan’s fires
Could it be the super friar

I saw a stanza in the haze
Concerto’s, rung out in the maze
Or was I mingled within the craze
Caught behind the things they say

See the simple things I know
Beneath the ill winds as they blow

Savage me beside the snow
Should I stay, or would you go
For in the silence there are frowns
Hear the rhythm getting down

Quill thy hand besiege me softly
Lonely whisper hear me scream
For I have wandered, near the chapel beside the creek
Hear me softly, as I speak