Beneath the promise of a dismal woe 
Thundered the moment's altered chase; 
To craft the edges of a silent prayer, 
And mastering the lord's eternal pace. 
\Simmering through the blistered acres 
With some sorted echoes in hand 
Standing beside a wounded tale, 
Where the route-ridden daylights ran. 
\While an impaired mercy is pledged, 
Around the frost of an early sonnet 
And for the sake of an outgrown hour, 
The sobs of some ailing ages wait. 
\The cluster of uprooted footsteps breed, 
To touch the mirage's brief shadow 
While the smitten pulse hovers, 
Through the clotted verses of woe.

updated by @americymru: 11/24/19 06:16:51PM