Quaternity

so long the days of singing rays have come to meet their sullen end twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy a sweetly tone, they do offend O gasp! the serpent true must strike O gasp! the lustful raging psych whose cares are lost forever long roaring out, O hear my song! now mute...peace...whist...still ideas soon drain, decisions fill a mind at pace with thoughts that spill float soundlessly thy solstice chill the misty seep, foreboding reap emotions run amok like thieves for darkly cast, a favored past along is lain misguided leaves -Sam Robinson Iambic Tetrameter