All That's So Knowing

Here it comes again the gloom and the terror, oh rapture of heathens I dance a madrigal undone
So bleeding and in anguish undaunted for all that is timed and that are wont to be but slain by thy truly
To meet this maker of all great harmony beyond all darkness and hope, the silent master of un-Destiny
For me and for these formless knights of downed causes and twisted minds, so long my lust for a mountain of gold!

To write out all wrong this sullen rhymes could they be such fakes? Or maybe all cakes for all seasons could not they make pleasings?
The silent spirits of lost and so vengeful these woods I did travel they would speak unto me of past travesties, foreign in all tongues but strangely so near
Or maybe not all that is dead can go back to life and lift but all swords again? If that so then so be it, for none may survive this wintered dead faiths!
To wring out the weak from fabrics appalling, or could they may not be such undeath after all? For all that is snowing would no one be so knowing what price this future when bells they'd be rung?

Oh no I'm just one, a silenced minstrel, that sings with no tongue but danced all dread tidings
So wonder no more when mists they'd be parting, for that's where red terrors they'd be so amassing!
For this untold reason I'd wend on more lands, for piety and infamy these songs I'd so sing
But never you'd ask me for whence I did part, for no sorrow or valour could save the sane, and all that's so knowing!

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2011