Fallen Below Beams of Hope

When thou look upon mountains Bereaved in nonchalant fountains With eyes that devour while haunting Enchanted by seemingly mysterious daunting In tempest rages of furious bubbles Heart swings toward preemptive muddles Dominantly swerving on to thick ends Chugging chunks off of mighty bends How art thou fallen below beams of hope Zealously rummaging in packs of dope Where fondest thoughts of feels remain In dreams of dashing bouts of domain What sails sea washes through Rivers of sweet tide borough Diverting gaze with wishes that draw Favour in times of numerous straw Chaos of unexpected turn awaits With weary momentum of rejected baits Charades engulfed deep within In an atmosphere of storming thin Encased in a feeling of dredge When thy heart falls over the ledge Knowing paramount truth in life's fall Is to live where no zeal exists at all