The solvent lien beyond a tired applause, oh, I hope, and I wish, 
that the star may inflame the wrist of an unrecalled gleam 
the mask of a solid touch. 

Slipped one's old memory, 
to sink beneath, 
and see the maze of a sting 
through serious years and jiffs of childish plays and visionary daydreams. 

The pile of a fruitful oath, 
the match of a challenged truth 
awaiting final for the response of an ordeal approved 
yearning the weight of a carcass' blue. 

The tedious lapse of a glim 
and a hasty ferocity, 
in mentions of a widowed realm, 
a passion for a ridge 
hiding from pressure a tale of a solitary queen. 

Up ahead in the distance, 
a chaplet of gold, a divided crowd. 
A hopeless tree. 
A sign of the whistles in a legendary scree. 
Amongst the dark cloud. 
Like a cold remembrance of her departed skin, 
a lie was a game 
as ties in her soul's fence came to release, 
like a limit that was closed to shrieks of a hollow. 
And the poisoned cliff. 

Avid resolves, 
like that of a silenced boar 
within the mire, 
toast a white wine,
between the glide 
pliable risk of a lone wanderer 
to feed the torch and desires. 

Alone, deserted, 
forsaken by the honored tribe of love and gratitude. 
Compiling while a narrow march comes raging, 
like the cry of a furious infant before his sleeping hour. 

At the side of my empty shadow, 
I found her edible. 
I found her anew. 
To climb the regions of a lost smile to get renewed.