Tale

An age that is now
Despondent and detested
Scaning bare in covert
Assembeling masts for newer crests
In my hollow mind
I fire boon and breasts
Ponder sensibilty in waking eyes
Watch over dreams of groggy wise
Leat this place be heaven for I
Ceasing trite, heaving delight
I took shelter under this ice
I could not kiss
Yet i could see
Your rigerous blasphamy
Dancing along the bails of white
Dusting off the journey's drench
With my old ugly eyes
Watching over the times and crimes
Whispers flung artistic blends
Marching off the mound of sins
Doth not run or you shall stumble
Its not worth it
It must crummble
For my weaker line i draw
Your pious love
The one that saw
The scenes and dreams
Now it runs
To wilds unknown
Or a path we put
As spoken of Lord