An Elegy To Blackpower 's Golden Valley

So oft a light that drew him grail of mother's carey kitchen 

So freaking alight didst he withdrew from his recalcitrant fiend-golden valley

Now that its stings are dead so thou art proven dead by sessame street

Here we crown the hearth of golden Valley

With Elegy of the interred wheels and seditious graves

Gorgeous dead rites dry as the ramblings of the wilderness sands

Damn right impulsive steam cult personality of the stormy petreld

Homilies not the triffles and kindles of the brave soul

That defy ashes on the blue violets of funeral days

Golden Valley had shed its cryptic toga and tangled knots

To propel blackpower enmasse into golden hills,

What plain doctrines endear wholesome used

Over marabouts that defy all the colours of  rainbow

For damoclean swords and damoclean storms of the primrose banks

Who defies crimson banks from the archipelagos of vacuous breathes

Who grew pedantic web from the ebbtide of gallows humour

Servile by lazy sprite,in adornment of lax gemstones pixillated upon sessame street 

So much engross to thy engravures and similitude

Bay's crown cracks slowly over spot disdain

As lion kings coronated by his eternal brother took throne of holy gràils even in the santity of planet earth 

Ballad rhyme over dumb eloquence in sewered ebullience engulfed the silhouette.

Ages crumble for the eloquence ofbdumb tonque to foment the springs time

Sunservient breathes and subservient feet 

Where muses'redemption opened them floodgate of idempotent quakes

Old superstitious craze burnish the furrows'dire sate 

Masculine pride beyond the nature's embittered animosity pact the treaties with the beautiful roses and golden fortunes

To yield no precedence over blind fate of imperious time 

Where tongues and terses intrude nobler times

Gasping bated breath so much gleaned tode the demise of golden Valley 

How his penury goes in smokes at the golden valley 

Where afficionados smoye themselves with the elegies of his miseries at the Valley

So doth his swiftly turning wheels gyrates 

Lends sinewy crows and adamantine of swift turning wheels over impulsive steam

Here lies the epitaph at the internment of his golden Valley:

His golden Valley demise

A brutish lord not fit to rule with him

A goof of his wild armour bearers

Gutted in the flames of misery and astigmatism

Blackpower 's evermore springs among the odoriferous trees and mystic angels

Golden valley demised at last the Divine reincarnate, extra germane in living flesh