The slow fall of the pattering rain;
Like fidgeting fingers,yet mute,
Upon the heralded dusk waying night`s
Arcane breath to resume throne-
Telepathies a reminisceful song
Of hefty gone time sprinkling juice;
The sapping quest of futility
And a high eye impervious to fear;
Like sage nobleman with denoted
Foreheads burning in disgrunt
Of rendering care efficacy to the
Wanting souls bent in span`s sophistry-
Watch bewildered their frail deeds
Plucked like a string in plaintive dirge;
Dancing to earth in lost glory,
Evocations numbed vagueness sings.
I bellow the less not of a foul cry;
Of Clashing horns suffusing the air
With dust,and cedes one thrush`d
To endure eternal smirch earned.
I bleat the less a piercing cry;
Upon the vast verdure unrolling plains,
Seeking maternal caress forthright
And lost in sight of weeping herdsmen.
I but the more expiate lengthy;
Portraiting evocative imaginations-
Nor dull rut of clasping stagnation`
Paws eluding the deeds committed,
Nor endure enticed in lone divinity;
Responding helpless in elaborate
Verses deep-delving incessantly amid
The contemplative retreat and alcove.
The slow fall of the pattering rain;
Like fidgeting fingers,yet mute,
Upon the heralded dusk waying night`
Arcane breath to resume throne.
