Dear Lords and Ladies of the Flame |
I've come to you for aid, |
I've a strange and sickly fever |
And it makes me much afraid. |
I believe that it first started |
When Tylia I did meet, |
For I felt a warm sensation |
From my head down to my feet. |
When I come into her presence |
My cheeks turn fiery red, |
For all the blood I carry |
Seems to rush into my head. |
When from her I'm parted, |
I cannot concentrate. |
My thoughts they wander here and there, |
It happens oft of late. |
I used to sleep quite soundly |
Upon my bed at night, |
But now I fret and toss and turn |
Until the morning light. |
I also used to gorge myself |
I'd a hearty appetite, |
But now I don't feel hungry |
And I hardly touch a bite. |
I went to see a healer |
And explained to him my plight, |
He told me just to take some pills |
And said I'd be all right. |
I'm sure he was a charlatan, |
The pills did me no good, |
My condition went from bad to worse |
As I feared it would. |
And so I wrote this message |
In the hope that you might know, |
From the symptoms I've described above |
What is it ails me so? |