A poem with a well hidden ARGO message...

This one in Ancient... Been a long time, and in my head to english. An old tale... As I walk in the Garden I see her. She is but a rare beauty. She dances with the lillies. A noise, ah Nature is come. The time to make has become. My garden sings such a song. It is thinned as time and Nature, Require. The plants shall all live autumn. Then winter, shall pass her cloack. In the spring, birds will sing. Time will seem renewed, for the days. The days shall be not as they were, but as they are. The ladys shall all dance. The world itself shall cheer. alas, it is all for not. The ship will see a storm. Man is dancing with hope. kind ness is dancing with him. Need is no joke. Help is trucking along with a snail. Now is not a time for snails. I see only darkness.. I wish to see, not Darkness. So few ends with love and light. Mankind is up for a fight. They deserve that right. Let the eagle stand or fly. Time is slow, evil is fast. They come as one. Soon will be more. Majic is that which is Impossible. Like a Vacinne is 9 months. .......... can do a great many things. This, this is mans guidance Time to "Pay the Ferryman"