Swathe thy Death

(i)


A tyrant amused by the tale narrate,
Of the glimpse of a morose undaunted fate;
The remains of a dream reveal as thou sedate,
Where is thy resilience as thy tale fades?
As the glint of thy dream defy to rest;
I pity thy soul, O’ my malevolent deist!
Revelations of a labyrinth in thy quest;
Thy choose’st the glory that thou bequest.
Why thou wonder that in thy shoulder vest,
A despondent task no mortal solace;
Tainted is thy dream as thee negate,
Thy kingdom built, but where’st thy palace!


(ii)

Withered and wilted shadows of dark wander,
Reckon the silence, sanitise thyself to ponder;
Whereth hope segregate barren haste,
Err depose, a consent rest.
Scuttle not, for haste will not girth,
The past deceive a flaw, for thee to mirth!
Verdant is not as thee construe thy breath,
Will thy works heed when thee lies beneath?
Gradient of compassion laze in veracity,
The wings of distort convince led ditty
A plot restrains a solace thee evermore seek:
Why thy Will rests now, hast thy dream befallen bleak!
A certain vengeance of a treachery assured
Why thouth fear of the tunes that lure!
Thy dream is thy heaven, and truth is lore;
Grapple thy courage and dread no more.


(iii)

Unveil thy grief, for thou it is revered
Astern will thou leave thy composed clad
Ogle thy clad, whereth thee shall carry forth
For thou shall not need no ally nor foe
What is the worth of a boundless dream,
Seamless and ardent poise it seems!
Now no gold can shine in its radiant beam,
What use doth thee do to thy shattered dream?
What good the worth of thy fortune vast?
A bane not desired least when thy breathed last.
The glitter of gold fades before thy eyes,
Thee need not thy wealth whereth greed disguise.
Why repellant is thy faith, at the silence grip,
Swerve thy faith, as thou doth sleep;
Desolate stand of a faith awaits in resolve,
Dearth of a conviction is yet to be solved!


(iv)

Thy deeds upon this earth is pertinently done,
Thou ability to errand, and errands for is none;
What thouth done upon this earth thy people adores,
Then why griefeth thou for thy vain remorse!
What treasure thou hold dearest to thy bosom most,
Will thou be discontented for this, thy dearest lost?
Ask thyself for what thou will repent most,
Thy answer thou shall not venerate utmost!
Avid greedy wishes lies in thy covetous gaze,
What more can thou seek in thy pillage?
How do thou bind thy justified greed;
Doesn’t thou seeketh more then thy need?
Skewed is what perceived as in a straight contour;
Which moment is worthy, the moment thou savor!
Why conceal the dice of what ought to be?
Transpire the dark and witnesseth what not to see.


(v)

Weary eyes repose, in thy dream engage,
Trampled is thy soul in thouth sheltered cage:
Reveal what lies beneath thy obscured face,
Lost is thouth delineated loss in thy baffled haze.
Alone stands thou to visage thy fate,
Where’st thy trusted ally or his pledge to mitigate!
Doth not thy feel the vacant surround in which thee drape,
The aloof stand in thy last hours forgoes; thy griefs escape.
Thy dream is sweet until thy grapple thy last breath,
Did not thy dream exude thee, to greet thy death?
Then why thou count thy bitter memories now,
Alone stands thou, thee reap what thou plough.
Is thou defense only in thy faith douth keep!
What use do thy faith will do when thee is asleep?
Abhor from thy grief for it shall lie at bay,
When thouth is gone, only thy memories will stay.


(vi)

Reviled greet of thy heart with doors ajar,
The certain realm of truth is not afar.
Fade will away, that thy hold ardent dear;
Listen to thyself and not thy ear!
What thy thought dear is not thy dearest most,
Douse what thee keep in thy docile boast:
Witness, I stand for what thy repent;
Thy worth is not worthy for what thy lament.
Depute a compliance, not dearth thy girt;
O’ mortal dear, haul thy spirit!
For now slumber, thy doubt do rest,
What for not, thee question; thy reason detest.
Silence cast’s thy reason torrent,
Do not befooled by thy heart’s torment!
Depart from verity, doth every mortal feel,
Vice brew to obviate, a maze revealed.


(vii)

What spends thou upon thyself is all in vain;
For thouth knows it will not dispel thy pain.
All stance that thy know do upon here rests:
Thy fate was primed when divinity creates!
Do thy remember the dawn that paved thy dream!
Then why doth thy flee from the dusk as it seem?
Cleanse away thy concern, for it does stain;
What thou shall blatant need in thy end.
Upon thee now all thy burden vests,
What one did not come with, shall detach!
Thou are thy courage, as time shall devolve,
The moment’s essence is for thee to resolve.
The beam of percept upon thee now shines,
As I presaged thy tale, I revealed mine.
Sweet is what thee detest as dour,
For thouth is I, and me are thou!


(viii)

Time waits for none, as I recall;
But my time will wait when I am gone!
I know what I seek is a dream beyond,
Sweet surrender to death, as death now is fond.
Whereth I stand now, my age hath chiseled,
A reason unknown, for it is beyond marvel,
But all now who stands in my vicinity should know;
I flow with the river as it doth eternally flow.
Where I lie is of concern no more,
My last breath is my sweetest; I feel no gore!
Alone stands all and stands alone doth me,
I swathe my Death; death makes me free.

- The End -