Popular Demand

Again I begin the fight I cannot win.
Allusions obscure, like a lowly lemure.
White is the wight whose soul is full of sin.
My purpose unsure with the thoughts I endure,
And I hold hands with the wind.

So It's been requested that I start this debacle up again. Sure, why not? I've got a long day ahead of me, and I think I might be back on updating by the end of it. We'll see.