This is called Tragedy

Oh! Dear trepidation, This temple of recouping Has accepted my shadow With the sinking Sun... Satin reduced to a star Ruling at one corner Grounded by clouded solace As visitors passed by.... The lane has felt my weight Me begging budding mercy In the name of Paradise The plattered vivands of hell Entrapps the coloured wings Along lip's jocund necklace Glistening on dawned visage It is worthless being Junoesque Bobbing away on mere ripples Your memories dabble in the brook Born out of my teared tears Jester bears those sacred momets Teeth biting off morning biscuits I am an abducted mass of blood As sweated soul in still burried Hankering vantage is the advantage Keeping the foolish flame alive Fingers wander for those magical fingers Sybaritic maiden sipping the chalice I am amphora of flocculent fables Appearance wipping off deception Fellows sang me about longed life Poisoned melodies sweetening prevailing maladies.....