The Written Truth

Inside a tendril love on a moonless night

Trusted upon, falling from a tantrums sky

Nagged voices of the night,

Uproar under bejeweling froth

The damnedest man, to hall a name be truth

Winter of his time, man of his kin

Uplifting the mellow fellow bereaved soul

Faring to its tilt until the torrid morning befall horrid

Scurrying laud melodrama summons of the summits

Culprit of the angels being veiled on a stand

Thence held interwoven in thyself, alas

Ride in the back of an Arabian mare

Or on the ego of an golden eagle

Like a vulture quail off into its menace

Ambushed with brio as euphoria deems out into the dawn

Like cloth wrap up beleaguered timidly

In a trance or enhanced the truth is, “I speak with my lips”"

On a loaf or a leaf one will leap far out into the future

Landed the grand compass

Harnessed by human traits unveiling the penchant as written

Concealed and trusted upon our finicky heart

For seeds of good deeds, bring good morrows

And sorrows be illuminated before your eyes

The only prove you will need

The Written Truth

tonny

Brockton, United States

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