Benediction warded off
The miscreant souls,
Whose march declined
And stalled,
Outside an hourglass
Covenant that lacks in
Firm resolve,
For men will follow
Unbeknown
And pensively
Pronounced,
Into the earnest fallacies
Whose fervour
Paramount,
Remains a fickle interlude
In times of crass regret,
For as much as I deny
My needs for
Plaudits I forget,
The eager tangents
Born of woe
That grasp at tasteful
Thoughts,
For there’s little else that
I can teach that I
Have not been taught.
The miscreant souls,
Whose march declined
And stalled,
Outside an hourglass
Covenant that lacks in
Firm resolve,
For men will follow
Unbeknown
And pensively
Pronounced,
Into the earnest fallacies
Whose fervour
Paramount,
Remains a fickle interlude
In times of crass regret,
For as much as I deny
My needs for
Plaudits I forget,
The eager tangents
Born of woe
That grasp at tasteful
Thoughts,
For there’s little else that
I can teach that I
Have not been taught.
