Utter Golem

We shan’t dare fall into the Woods.

Wish I ain’t there. Falling to the woods.

We shh. . . and her, falling to the woulds.

Wish and dear, ‘f all in two the goods.

We shan’t hear; fall in Tudor words.

We chant here, of fall into them woods.

Anna echoed quiet woes.

An’ an echo ate quite walls.

Anne AYE’d, echoed kite wars.

Ana, EH! Code: Why Ed Quotes?

Anahi cooed quiet wars.

Awkward begotten: Utter Golem.

Oak ward big Auden. Odd her, Ghoul’em.

OK-art. Beak odd ‘n’ other. . . goal’em!

O! Kart begotten! Udder coal’em.

Oak art be God, then, note her Golem.

OH! Card be gotten! Odd there go! Lend!