Ere times of bygone aeons;
He discerned her tale
Of exquisite grief
And thwart his state.

Onward torrid for atonement he rose;
And wrote his words in mild fever;
Anticipating he is! Anew fore he seeks.
Amiss adage; Crave for the one.

Vigour deeds deprive; Moist thy weep -
Winsome horizon 'tis; Trapped remorse
Lust - not; thereafter corrupt collision
Strikes, and laid his thoughts to fantasy;

Abate thy desires - wit will shine;
Abidance thro' woe; Restrict thro' awe.
Accede thy state - cease avidity.

Celestial nuance glares the outline. Defeat
Or be defeated. Halt! Foe 'tis not; and struck
Dismay in his inner self. Alas, yokes & lads
Gather around; listen tight, for 'tis now
Official - depart!

Aftermath cues arose to shore;
And a mysterious agreement was born
Within oneself & his inner self.


And thenceforth
She sleeps well