She Slept and fate breathed easy, wind whistled and storms bayed Castles fell and reason failed them, as hope made ribbons under gray blue skies. Days dwindled and baron’s pilfered, a sheep to shear and barns to burn. Music murmured but held its breathing, frozen diaphragm contagion yearned. Dawn to pine owls signals slumber and freedom’s waltz from eyes above. Leaning lately and tardy’s mistress, searched forsaken to journey’s dove

Felt and velvet, clutching madly as loop and hatch had met their match. In treason’s limits betrayal fondly given couch to waiting soul’s to catch. The rolls were challenged and duchess angered as poppers few had made the grass. Sitting sadly upon plaid garment the lutes and pipe refused to signal. So dour the hour at half past seven the hearts all mended. Passions blend into the forest an itchy bear with pine cone’s friend. To chaplains hope and daylight’s reckon the bend was blurred in pilgrim’s scope.

The chalice broad but oft its empty, a hand of sod as lion’s kilt. Shorn from sadness and madness mercy, a flurry’s sake to break sword to hilt. So cold the fury of brackish mooring, the sand and salt and beckoned spray. Into the shade for clumsy helpers to dance and dream of fairy’s play But magic not a man escapes them in the dark the willing fly, no plight or fight to entertain me just so tragic in purple passion handily kept by lies he’ll buy. The purpose gone and anguish rendered to able lass and unborn clod the reason felt and word engendered infinity we thought quite odd.

Paris as an inevitable berth to find one’s self and test their worth. Four third’s Pi in length and girth at some distant point we all return to Earth. From dirt I came as God’s Lungs breathed on branch and spring for which I teethed. My rapier not so oft unsheathed the hope of grace my heart is wreathed. Sing to waken the soul to dance a Sovereign Love and great Romance. The fire is perched within my stance to make argue fate and circumstance. To close to hope we choose to fight whether morn or deep, mid-winter’s night The Love did live and bore His light to wash us clean and set all things right.