Wilderness Sands

Not the gallivanting hood who feedeth on a heavenly flames where beautiful roses barely die

Making abundance, plenitude even in surfeit for the haunting herald sweet ornament greets gaudy spring to besiege the crooked brow

Cringing crow over hazy mist of morning bloom,tender hoist surmised over thrashing loop and tattered weeds perpetuate the singing hymns of radiant times

Look in thy thriftless eulogy and make a distinction over sinking infraction of beguiling sport 

Now the belligerent nesciency makest thy visage the hoots of the raspberry 

Whose tingled retribution by paladins if not thou not repel

Thou dost dissuade and dissipate and dispels with mothernature 

For where is mothernature so bloody whose miracle in the personified archives ran accolades 

That deepens the mystic of the eaon to enquire company of encompassment at lurid expense

Not to breathe bloody savages and faux pas so quaintly 

Over taints of liberty in the dirty linen of the tarnishing procedure ,

Turbulent winds sometimes tear apart germane disposition 

Outrageous slings flinging over fortunate arrows 

Spurns liberty for seclusion of broken reeds

That peculiar archipelago from whose bourn no junketing feet hardly returns 

Isn't it strange where clowns forfeit liberty though wittingly in the moist cities with no wilderness ramblings?

Gentle men of abesi and sarabesa gathered knighthood from the stuffed mist of wilderness ramblings 

Who has quest to retrieve Sunny times from incorrigible wilderness sands.