Undaunted

Tasteless pelt whiffs of mundane air Against my nostrils numb with dread; Scarcely fathom I what spectacle fair Beyond this umbra curtain latent lies. Tetchy harbingers over dark corners Lurk under dismal mirage-like cloud; Tomorrow's dreams in eldritch lines Occlude wisest presages renowned. Each day's bleak bulletins present Chillily menacing brutish shadows, As jinxed year's tides forward hop Into ever-spiraling strangling woes. Suave eccedentesiast lips no longer Can mask sore past's swelling blight, Nor plastic laughter as finely conceal Apprehensive misgiving's inured bite. Though indelible certainty clear outline Of stealthily skulking prospect obscure, And crafty clock dials key inchings hide, This menaced soul shall still reign pure.