Good Measure: Quatrain

Foseuth a dream to beseach a vet
Of a time and a face that I have yet to forget
Into the cold and out of the labyrinth
Into tranquiltiy
And times own paradigm fertility
Approach the pond and whisper to the sabre
The lady of the lake might do you a favor
To make you a King or give you the night's dream
Of a teasing heart of a queen
To a pondry or to a moment
Where a crone can beseach atonement
In the sky or on the grounds
Words bequesting the track of hounds
Write a verse and swing a gourd
Loki and Anansi striking a cord...