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.
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