Persephone

 Persephone 

1-11-21

 As the fall of Hyperion 

Showing me the strength of your singular eye 

But O why o why must we to ourselves die 

For His amazing and utensil for the trying  

I do have the time to lose to Estarbrim Axles 

Giving all of the aces getting on with hue fascination 

Of the day as advice slips of beauty 

And seventy for a appalling in no such countdown 

Of harmony son the armor 

and such tools like a canned to add the rest of us fools 

For victory and compassion off on images 

All have donned me 

As to get through today 

Of the Chip of life itself...

Luzumo Or Prine

1-11-21

Where I am a pain of birthmarks 

For the use of astrology hoping to relish up on my penmanship 

Scroll for jewels in our Anaroth 

God be with and in us today falling as my Corinth aged tonight 

Where I am a telescope as most ambitiously 

Where she loses our vine as the dew exists 

Changing our hardships grandeur to the enabled of Sheol in dark Australia  

swinging visits upon us top and through the light of day in Estrucan passages 

And dis lightning like that of Keats.....