Untold Values
I have not found a descent answer
to an infuriated cause
like a scepter of farewells,
decaying with the slip of a stone.
Ghouls have a prophetic meaning
when the jade fills with glow
wench of invaluable innings
claiming wrecks below a blow.
Every man has lost his spirit
to the fight that carries on
Sometimes you got to let heedless scheming
possess the unilateral artifice and a hoax.
Understanding was not wise
when I heard you screaming
like a griffon of revolt
diving to the next class of reason
Impaling the tale fixed like a wound.
Every man has lost his spirit
and every woman has lost her hound.
Needless of a wink that might hurt a screech
like an aptitude of peace towards the fall.