The Nether-edge

March 'ull sarch, Eäpril 'ull try
Mäy 'ull tell if you'll live or die
March 'ull sarch, Eäpril 'ull try
Mäy 'ull tell if you'll live or die
Buds a-break and milchi seeps
Heady in the meadows
Chalky children on the steep
Baskets full of shadows
Gapmouth spins a rattle song
The air's an upturned ocean
Swift's an axe hurled in the gloam
Splits the Riddle open
Now it looks, it almost zounds
Wordle zircles wider
With the silence upside down
Horse atop the rider
Quaterevil takes a wife
Chilver meets her maker
As the grindstone turns the knife
O'er Eleven Acres
Femboys in the forest find
Figs of foul freedom
Where the old you left behind
Valls through nether-Eden
Femboys in the forest find
Figs of foul freedom
Where the old you left behind
Valls through nether-Eden
So some must watch, while some must sleep
So runs the wordle's way
A not-girl zwealed at the stake
A-births the end of May