A pragmatic little archaic mind,
Searching through written lines,
Where many dots were connected
In an attempt for a decryption.
Alas, repetitions of fruitless find
Necessitates few directive signs,
To pierce through his wall – protected,
And uncover his own encryption.
Rising celestial entities now aligned,
Pondering upon the star that shines,
Few emotional syllables detected,
So, write me a coded prescription.