Skipper of the chronicles....

from the traps of the ledge in my scholastic chronicle, once i sliced the layers of the flakes, layer by layer, scaled in it's hazel warmth, cinnamons sliped... outer express, reaped the russet dews, i stepped from the the henna illusory; A clandestine approach, coy midnight caller whispers. a cool breath, beyond an azure bark, softened the humid afternoon heat: gaped an eye oozing, from the bookish shoal ; librarian illustrate my pie, a craven tally in my concise, he flattened ; His smirk in salty coast, replicas in the badge, on it's facade mirrored his draft ; the average breath be nonce, an elite partners we surrendered.. aftertime, i'm a student chief!..