Change has come
but don't deny it.
Embrace the thoughts 
which may leave you hanging.
To riddle out the rump of a sublimated song
I understand that youth could be concerning about it.

The line which had been told after the warmish clover 
had a thing for the moribund in a case to turn over
it defeated the dragon who ran ablaze 
between the abominable morning
excluded by the margins
leaned from a till's reel.
It fed on puppets who stood awake locked and tardy
claiming they had a proliferated lack of justice.

Otherwise the torch remains around us,
and there is a truth glowing charmingly
an appropriate meaning would be to settle down
and admit that my spirit is clouding.

The effort to consist of a pale oath,
the golden fleece fetching the science,
the menace who ran away with the stolen gold
declaring for guilty the party.

I might have learnt a lesson to carry on,
before the inedible fist I'm not dying.
The cast of that withcraft was surely strong
to abide my own means in exiguity of habit.

I have grown too old and robust
for my penance's reward to be dialing
to ignite of a leech a vial halted
faith inclusive over a week that's enough at riding
to pray at margins for a quest of the unholy dreams.

Dishonest piercing 
beyond the delay of a petal's slow fall,
would grieve out a river of welcomed rawness.

Whiffy stench of the corpse of a conscience
had to hide behind me to peek a view of the tall grass
hence, 
who will be cut for denying it?
Once a dragon was held,
crowned with halos like nothing.
Weeping for a lost fraud,
who was ashamed of his own country.