Epitome

His life was marked by infinite strides, Breakable down into a chanted psalm; And a doleful hymn after psalters' word, Plus a petition to bid the kingdom come. Keener listeners his recitals yet might hear In plaintive crescendos in misty auras near; Are not his footsteps bold in deathless ink, On dark planes along the latent silvery link? His ever-pledged faith soared on basis lean: Choice psalms to check soul's bubbly brims; Caroled hymns to shut heart's bestial whims; Tacit prayers for mind and conscience clean. Opposing these no devilish heads may rise; No mortal skin more lethal ammunitions kept In trinity synchrony winning wars against vice; Blazing witty fires beyond Eden's eternal debt. With a psalm and a hymn and contrite prayer, He fought and slew old fogs that trillions dare.