September 1, 2025

The Knights of Old.part 3b

It is trite where odious precepts maul gallivanting hood 
How artfully doth the hood at stalking broth, unbundles the hails and galls at measly pawn slavish to slay the burning froth.
Apparently how that vanity of phantom doth leaks to expose vacuity of arts at the melee of rampage
Travellers beneath this pew of wits shall traverse beyond the stoneages of antiquity 
 From the alluring notes of the huntsmen and the hunted, the haunted and the dreary foxes,
Ungrateful critics even in their encomiastics, perfidy swore them to defend their tricks in chicanery of spoken jest and jeering hearts
Sloshed into the sorcery of magician isle,
Dainty spirit in the wild sea of sorcery beguiled moon beneath his embattled lush
Not the mensrea of psycho,plodding at pliant steps as if its wit is trapped in oubliette 
And the psychical thrift of the machismo to drift from idealism into positivity of positivism
To play possum at the writ of feigned nesciency 
For the plethora of wit beyond pleonasm from the plexus of possum plaited,
Insomuch the wit as the plinth upon which plexus bounteous plows
Eureka they coast to shore of estuary as the eulogy of eves 
That ambit of aura the factual aether prowling grotes with more than ethereal etiquette an esteem for a materialistic essay 
Those writs poignantly disposes escapistic eschew from eschatological to scatological
To robe evasive sinew with wherewithal of the greenfield 
The dainty spirit Maximus in reprisal of pyrate's acrimony gone sour
Grew into a grandiloquent fortress 
To quash the thunderstorm and lightning butst over the isles of Alupluto's tragicomedy 
"Can you recall the prior conquest at maledectine?The imperious chaos at public squares doting mother's battling still births,scary ailments, emaciated peasants, mischievous urchins,street gangsters, paradise of brothels and sloths,indebted artisans,secluded bourgeousies, petit bourgeoisies, parvenu on the escalate via abrupt demise,untimely cloaks, pestilential Economia marred the blinking elves.
Not the peasants 'cronyism to groan but also gnomes 'n'zurich smothered with dearth of public harmony.
Arise let the gangs launch reprisal against the union.The vendetta with encroaching wings had reared its ugly head across the board upon the slaughter of abesiland's forest.Arise and arrest the pestilence."
"Let the Conscription at Abesi retreats from fracas and grace let it summon the golden time from the miscarriage of broken times.The kismet at alupluto's bizarre as it seems fall upon the shoulders of glossy stars.Sifting the knaves from the fringes of knighthood,only afford us a soft ball landing at the shuddering distance."
And lo repose him the confidence hilts And before the sun goes down they went down to abesi
As keen sentinel of the trenchwarfare and warring combatants 
Hardly refrain from elongated shelling, blading,matchetes'brandishing, unsheathing and musketeering 
Where munitions and infernos of cannons 
At repressive cannonades battered the pitiable woods.
Across the adjoining cities feloned with amplitude of booties 
Scary machupelahs broke into bazzars and marketplaces 
Peasants'wares smoked with inferno and looting sprees on the escalade petrified metropolitans 
Then in refrain of his disconsolate ire, Maximus conversed him"How come the battles were won but looters skyrocketed and pillaged the relics to phantom opulence or stiffled the ways and means of the misers and peasants?"
"Now thy logics to me senses spake.We shall quarantine the knaves from the knights and knight the golden lions or the golden stars 
Not the perfidious tents of the knaves."
"You pluck your verdict abnittio accordingly ".
A dozen times over a dozen blessed blokes did they retract?
Of course nope and ever since sunny times breathes upon their rampaging union .







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