~ Scintillant Piazza / Prospects ~
~ Scintillant Piazza ~
Ho! molten gaze of modesty blaze;
Ye nestle belle's daze in a netherworld haze;
Concealing a yearn in thouest far-flung sojourn;
Proclaiming a phase which her heart's yet to learn.
Guardians of night bearing Morian crest;
Auspices of light sprinkling thunder moon chest;
Whisper your secret, nay, sing me her song;
Euphoriant lilts, where our hearts once belonged.
Riddle us a dream where lovers' hearts make longings real,
And lambent streams of academe, engrave our minds in epic zeal;
Steal away this ray of fortunes' coruscating shimmer,
Today, inveigh the haunt o' doubt, cessate its matte upon your glimmer.
Abandonment has no conscience, lo, when reaching forth in must,
To quell the pangs of undue guilt because her heart is gathering dust;
Just bring thee love or bring thee death, but do not leave us times bereft,
Of tired souls and broken spirits in vacant days with nothing in it.
~ Prospects ~
Whilst abstruse cravings from a thriftless quintessence tarry for the sear of matin, and a sickle moon reaps the harvest thunder, phlegmatic twilight shalt ne'ertheless unfasten wistful quietude as north worships eidolic south in stark jubilation of their immaculate idyll.
Concurrently, inside the cruor chapel of a vintage heart, there thrives spasms of corralled ardency, restrained by pulsating sheathe, ever-ready to erupt from the marrowed gibbet of her own substance to launch in commencement towards His avowed epoch, erstwhile unveiled by longanimous Paraclete.