Posted by Faeo 'Lyre' Clive on
This stage, in this step arrayed ambrosias
fleet but thorny scenes, maelstrom-bathed.
No jumper nor skipper in no elan leapfrogs
be cast gloriously or fade out wrongfooted
Thus victims went woe atop nemesis expiated.
This ricocheting step upon lives' cirque
runners in track set forth in all glory
shod hellbent for fruitions at landfall
but as it may, pertinacious 'til success story
racing to this vengeful checkpoint_gory.
Alas! On them happy-go-lucky and devil-may-care
languors, epicurean in falstaffian credo
that backs decorum in foul onus' trall,
be cast down in kismet to their cockcrow.
Thus sightless to the siren song's inferno
Mid this stage's stupor is a mattress. Thus
as made be lain. Once past, never anew
or felled as inglorious as with wastrels.
Like a runnel yet a tributary by the few.
Crown on victors, woul eternal solace imbue.
Reign on this stage. Would that, drive
all stupors and prim-rose path's crisis
felled. The root, trail and to the flower
essay singular for the still small voices
succ our far-flung unto a softer target for his
Thus the hirsute greesward, very verdant.
This verdure in a dial, laden hoary. Would
that, examine footfalls. He alone foretells.
Thus, no breath is ageless. Match to the rude,
footprints indelible in the throbs of manhood.