Man that I melted, your wrought 
iron offends me. Let me past
your moat, the password is ‘envy.’
Pigeon mail fails and compromise 
corrupts; skin your knee scaling my walls,
I'll patch it right up. 

Temple to temple I’m hot let me in, Marco
beats polo but nothing beats fins!
Are you holding your breath underwater?

No, I'm mourning your offer.
The one that you made when the drawbridge fell down?
Your mother, your father, the keys to the town?

Well, I couldn’t accept it, no, not with that face!
Trojan horse castles are best built with lace,

whose fault        is it 
 that I               know not 
           my place