Notes:

I put in the first verse of one of my favourite poems and it's come out quite well.

I might dig up some of the angsty poetry I wrote as a teenager and see what happens when I put it in there.

In case anyone is interested, the whole poem is:

All around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone,
We must speak of other matters,
You can be me when I'm gone

Flowers gathered in the morning,
Afternoon they blossom on,
Still are withered in the evening,
You can be me when I'm gone.