Posted by Faeo 'Lyre' Clive on
I had betaken the dead winters of my heel,
from North to the South, then West to the East.
Through nape' shuttle, neither iota therein, exist.
Thence praying 'could a spring awaiting swill'
for I foretold not ever hitherto the grave' throng
throes therefrom temporal hearth far-flung
albeit, compressed yet hath alchemy borne
thus, this state he's obliged to aid
'til their outcry wither aloft and fade.
Either sorely naive, cosidering boon-companion.
That this summer beneath me; so, spill
depressed hitherto Demi-urge, herein aflame amidst.
Anon, I may last like shall this ocean-beast
tow me astray. Surge me out of this bill
or hath succours; all upon, overhung
Yet my lung sung to neither herein I wrung.
Nor if gods from e'er to this mael-strom
for palms would thus, you were made.
Either passing silhouettes shall palms' waves bade.
Like were tribulation beyond my fate, done.
To know the Netherworld, breathes so unreal
betaken me seem not, balefully betwixt
immured me 'til no brooding fetters unmissed.
Cast my name and tow me toped this hill
at all, free shall I, e'en god at his dung
least, as if a lightening of a passer-by, I'd along.
Hither and thither am driven, hither and yon.
Slate thus froing through infernal raid
pressuming any god from ever to provisos aforesaid.
Either then, shall succour alight undrawn.
Am neither more 'til wherever god for thrill.
Freighted prayerless I am, forth breath-yeast.
Thatwith, a deluge of ageless leviathan fist
alight so at this tether. Could untold zeal
thence only thatfor, I shall surge to the gong
shouts to drums, yet I had not found sprung
that I shall a success-story to this peregrination
thenceforth, wither neither to the same grade
bestride these vortex, so shall you trade
lest, mourn a halcyon scion to a lorn sojourn
Hither and thither aloft to my autumn heal
beyond me, overwhelming perils ever persist
rather, hurl me to the Netherworld' feast
froing elsewhere towards however I do not feel
swing from ever, appear at never, slung
nor later bower advance, exploded strung
or bespatter beneath bountiful toss of potion
that your alchemy subdued these as laid
thenceforth, through your errands were paid
albeit neither sown. Post-haste, an armaggeddon.