Farrio Onis Ferratus

Ranted I in fiery dance Upon the rushed floor. It plyeth mosaicate from out my thought. Lucid it creels through battlement and prepapace. Upon this tower, I cleveth Erin’s loved lorne lore. It’s marshed earth with braided stench of wilded bush, Where curlew lace no hatch, I hear her shreak solitary now the gaunt of wealthed flax, Each non cut rock a grey and weary fetus From the kernel of my mind, Barren spiral stair raped from all it wept; mankind The ancient tenants dead; nay mummified. Both munk and pastor Phoenix merlined in the tempest of my dream. Oh’ ape above fortalice cloketh brotherhood, Who staple me on hazelnut and dace God’s wild innocence of grace; Who flung spring leaf infant to the boundary of the air, Still gurgler plyeth his silketh threads; Then taunts its ebonite onto a higher throne. The chalice battle-beaten Scurried through the airs of earth, From within the conifers, the silverberches; Now lies within the hidden wood. Upon the grave where sages cried. The headstone dead, with silver trail That maws about its chiselled bed Aged marrow coils the new formed yews. He marched a drought and bat the tin boot torture from his shins Now he sits outside the farriers and waits, and contemplates; Soaring rainbow, fin-whipped structure of the gleam Nose that cut the film sifted fly with hoover suction. Hour glass smashed, finger cut, Blinded look of gleaming leaf devoid its former smuts, From page and gilded edge. Farrio -onis ferratus White elk herded peppered witches from the glare, Still farrier wields his marriage bore, It calls to all insundry