That Crazed Calls They Carried...

Forfeit, for I know this be true, to will off the night but staved off of light

Just my musings of light and darkness for this be my keep my best kept treasure

Through all these years til forgot I did feel, this drama unfolding for a dreaded misgiving

And to the tolling of the bells of honour that this dolour signs of deathly nothing for which I be king!

Fluid, for the rest of my stay here now borders on arrogance, for rending this dire of another black ice

Through this stand I seek solace to a thrill of a dud, or a madrigal of the late, late sunrise graced with lark

Or to this unto me may I be so solemnly blessed to be one with the sun on another spring flower field

True though this sounds that my prudence grow thin, and in time the strobe of the dark mourning be a-sweeping anon...

Oh how fare this while through the teacup of storms, may now be excused to attend a funeral of nothing

To this fraught or much dismal I be fences of metal corroded in time, to this mull of light greenish I'd stoop for a gain

And this rain of red reign for a kingdom of praying this much I could say that the terror a-dwelling be never it here since start of the dice

And now I see ending as a circus bereft of much fun, and the clowns of dead sins they'd be crooning in jest for another foul hoarding!

And so I leave me be this dander of a kinship, with a mull and a baying for another cracked neighing

That there never was a slayer for a kingship so false, or a dragon befits the damsels in distress

For it was I who unfold the dark glaze of cold through the driest out motions farewell fraught with taintings

Freedom from freedom free gangly I'd praise it, to this while of a guile to a guilt-trip unwise...

Til I'd finally did reach, the ending round for a-needing grouses
Of foundring in the mired froth caucus that crazed calls they carried!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012