IN THE WINDY SAIL Part two

Dissuade readership from the holy lectern,superstitious intestate,still hangs botched in the foggy swamp,As depiction supercharged from the unmoored ambience,so soon might annexes the bubble of glorious morn,but till dusk suspense,with sulphuric acid of supercillious grail,loiters and sultry.Time like Aristophanes in its larboard,plays them goonish,a caricature on their frittered hours and seasons of anomie.Melifluous suicide,bard's plainant clamour still incenses.The deafness of the elaphantine,mirage of its petals,dreams dreamt burneth greedily at graveyard.Misfortuned widgets of sheol beneath,sheathed in hades,succulents of windy sail,famished scorecards,in the windy sail,the broken silence of eternity.