Days of undulating amorous advances,
Years of an impish peppy fervour,
Lengths of night of vigil resistance,
Lear in the tones of unsaid lust.
Cracks in the shine of a familiar reflection,
Grubs of satiating a hungry ego,
Spurts of loathing a selfless stature,
Bounce of a petty shapeless failure.
Cries of an angry bitter doodle,
Rise of a phantom's dark hackle,
Drowns of a hefty hulk in peril,
Craning necks of eager elves.
Tied up in the swirl of a familiar whirl,
Fine with all the belches of evil,
Thine has the part, part of the whole,
Twirls the hair in nonchalant wonder.
Ends the age of partial slumber,
Mend the wall as the fort of mettle,
Shows the tenor of pap and pliancy,
Go on, must the show.
Liked it :) Had to use dictionary for each and every word though!
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