As Always

As the tides of rapture, heavenly bliss, the scars of yesteryear, amidst... a gentle harbor, this sorrowful treason. A misery of new. . . tremulous fashion. As the embers of Autumn, scarlet tumults, the essence of divine season, our virtuous faults. Blazing lusts, the calling of rememberance for certain... a champion partisan. As always, revelry... the dying moonlight and hollows waling, of murky shadows, stolid waters, and wary stars. Our love, our pride, our rememberance, our passion. The essence of rejuvenation, renewal, a triumph that was ours. As envy taloned a prodigious awakening, our hearkening scorn, of humility, our grace and gentility. For amidst the beckoning woes of Angel Lucifer's cries of wanton and righteousness, a resurrection of Christ an earthly enlightenment.