Il Fiore Della Bruma P4

Mr. Visage of the manor, was often regarded in the highest esteem. He lived in direct centre of the valley Lauded his walls with fine antiques and trinkets; Gold plated vases of crushed ice Refilled by the hour. Ebony perfumes Travelling in thick cloud, like a rich fog of delight Or marvel atleast. His walls were only thin bamboo, And he visited the villagers regularly. Ofcourse, they privately grumbled of his accommodation And obsessive nature to present, even perform at times. Yet he was quite the life amongst them They would none but laugh and smile in his presence. Only laugh and smile. Mr. Visage was a tapestry of pride A great man in many respects. Maybe he enjoyed his success too much, But in person still, He was a good man amongst the valley. “This Family is a secret dysfunction; Alone in all but volume. Pray for the beauty of the elegant bird. These wonders I have homed From a tropic desolation, Here to see and be seen In the total view of the prominent. Perfection of Asia, Africa, bizarre and prize Drawn together by infinite work: Pray for the beauty of the elegant bird. Uneclipsed, I dive Capsuling grace in a midnight charm With a stare so ready to flicker And dissolve the empty rooms. What will happen to my attraction Once I depart?” The Mr. Visage wept For the bird that flew And Mr. Visage would never depart. If there's anyone that's actually been reading all these parts, this one is by far the most obscure, probably looks pretty poor without it making sense but it does, particularly when in comparison with part 2 and 3