Endless

Trails of waltz, exact, 
a lovely dose is coming, 
seeking doom to rise, 
to venture lode homecoming. 

Abraded flails of flames and voluted marches of honings 
patroling the truce without bounds 
that life gave us as warning. 

The threat will fill the mark 
disparate arms 
in the foiling 
controling the lost cause 
recent to buy 
a shadow's morning. 

A total nip in the bud 
a pair of the sky is storming 
to who may heed the chance 
the story is far from longing. 

Endless pier of the duff 
wildling to wear masks of crayons 
The pale may slick and bloat 
the strenght is the tarnish we reckon.