Chaos Overriding

Forevermore the crow will core

The truth from words all the more

and the day will dawn, the chasm yawn

until the truth doth ever soar.

But on and on, the sense is gone

and rhyme and riddle, chaos overriding,

come yon and yon, twixt worlds bestriding

while evermore the crow will core

and Truth rewrap it's binding.