Loyal was the concubine, 
tamed by the wasted hour, 
Filling the voids, 
I heard a story about a placid payment. 

In a private flight amid a mirthful libel, 
dust like a value, 
where people became sour. 
Every ghost explained the core of an ultraist raiment. 

Inflation massive, portrayed souls, outrage to custody. 
Perilous disaster. 
What if I'm confused? 
Is your touch, the claw. 
I left the beginning without an answer. 

Footholds at loose. 
Pieces of wreaking havoc. 
Salute the truce, 
patience will ruin the warfare. 

Gauds of my empathy, 
evil mile to rely on 
fix my integrity 
like the slump of a lion.