Revised sonnet #1525
The witch of which invites the knight of not
A gate is grand on it a little hatch
To enter hunched he hits hard hatchs latch
It opens creaking short of oil a jot
The witch of which arrives at single plot
The perfect pair they are a magic match
The cauldron cooling bottles by in batch
Theyll kip in bliss embrace a common cot
The knight of not inquires of her a deal
Their golden hair and blue eyes beaming mirth
Are fair folk denizens of inner earth?
Is inner smaller sun of realm thats real?
The witch of which unbrackets by a globe
And points out it twin holes of polar probe
Chorus globe orb sphere