Poem XIII

 Dekatrio

HE whispers, NO trace

Defers to, Your pace.

Try though you might, or RISK A fair bite!

To ETch a Rare Atrice...

QUIet, No TeArs

Hot, EXtrA fears

High on the menu for hEr PiraTe Ace!

OsCulate, petulate, give up TO averhis...

Elevate: aNNoy all the other fEArs,

Distract: ECho through All the years

HEard you open the door, aND EluCidAting for more!

DO not DECorate the abode of Axolmnys...

they have escaped.