A Poet is a High Priestess
Ordained in Mystery
Making incredible sense
From the vaults of History

She sings the song that has the words
All poised like sitting ducks
Her logic is arcane and weird
She dabbles in love's luck

The other night she had a dream
A vision vivid and supreme
A lucid dream upon a beam
That an Angel came to play

Although they only met that day
She knew instinctively their paths were crossed
A mutual truth on Hearts embossed
Where have you been 'til now: Lost

She's shut off because Love had cost
Unable to reach her Heart's fruition
Adding to the weight of her contrition
Dampening her Heart's ambition

She dwells deep in the superstition
That her intentions are poisonous, impure
And doesn't know what is hurting more
That she fixated when she adored

Or lost dignity when she implored
Hurling herself at an enchantment
Prisoner of passion's encampment
Destined to never find contentment

Her passion has no control, no government
But the Angel perceives her artful love
Singing for spectres that soar above
An image on which the mind can rove

The spirit is their treasure trove
A paradise and kingdom it is
A sanctuary, enveloped in bliss
Touched by Lover's kiss

No words, but glances, shared in tryst
An understanding nontheless reached
A yearning mind that wants to be teached
By Love, to alleviate that Heart ached

Her destiny and fate have been watched
But with Angel she wants to rebel
And stick her fingers up to hell
To fathom Love and in there dwell

Can think of nothing quite as swell
They traverse the wild, unchartered tracks
Find what their spirit lacks
For divinest bliss they have the knack

No more feeling beaten blue and black
Speechless with Love for Angel's soul
She is enchanted, enamoured, enthralled
The conspiracy her mind appalled

Felt as though her spirit felled
But the music of better way had knelled
And towards it she had, free, sailed
Heralding it in her music, a dream she hailed

She will bring you treasure
If you let her fly
And spread her bejewelled wings
Against resplendent sky

Borne aloft on gentle winds
They sweep amongst the stars
Going ever gracefully by
On gentle zephyrs

If you dissect an atom
To find out what is real
The mysteries of matter just multiply
science's sorcery revealed

If you diagram an eye
To find what makes it see
Your schemes will regiment
the muscle visionary

If you deconstruct a wing
To configure how it soars
You'll cut loose the muscles
On which hope aspires

It is always cheering to hear from you
To be touched by the current of your ideas
Through my heart a warm breeze blew
The sermon moving me to tears
It's good to see there are still people out there
Who honour and cherish the divine flame
That marks the soul indelibly
And gives it a golden frame
It gives me motivation to continue
On a treacherous and difficult path
It helps soothe my sullied psyche
In it's armageddon's aftermath
    I see in you that Love has lived
    And in that truth I am revived

Songstress of the valley, who hath ears rapt in pleasure
Thou art the beatitude that brings real joy
The music of thy lute is suffice to inspire peace and leisure
Consists in it a pleasure sweet and coy
Beyond the strictures and dictums of reason consists a freedom
To dwell deep in the dreams of an unchartered mind
Admitted in to passions kingdom
Educated in Love, activity refined
My sad ears dote on each gay note
That swell and rise in supersession
A melody that a troubador wrote
Plucked from the depths of meditation
    Songstress of the valley, I honour you
    Blessed fires run through you

I would move to see you smile,
I would wake to see you wild,
And languish in solitude for a while,
Abandoning maturity to our inner child,
Thank you for your kindly words,
To soothe and sully my aching pain,
I knew in my heart I was one of your herd,
And my heart would take flight once again.

Compassion - companionship - is Love - awake -
Her pleasantries abloom -
A chivalry of gestures - sweet -
At noon a sight on which to swoon -
Warmth - sensed sure - by stealthy hearts -
Behold with enchanted awe -
Loves glory - impart -
By - Angel - rapping at my door -
Love - irremediable - once she infect -
Most benevolent disease -
Dissolve dalliance with despair -
Treats - taunts - teases -

My musings are libations
In rapid fashion - most
Sadly I lament thee
My Heart is but a ghost

It started with Flirtation
Its charm was thrilling me
But you plunged my Heart in to trepidation
Your nonchalance is killing me

I ate my breakfast - drank my tea
And visited the woods
The spirits came out to see me
Trespasser - in their neighbourhood

And trees - like legs of God
Extended canopies
Under which I gently trod
In all my vanity

Their grace did move me - a mighty force
Against my little Heart
Ambassadors of Nature - proud endorsed
By Shaman's flying - magic dart

I willed the woods - to swallow me
As Sun - swallows the skies
For in Nature's belly I'd be free
Would let my spirit fly

And life - sweet life - bloomed all around
I felt it in my veins
Upon a bough a freebird sung
And anodised - my pain

Until we deign - to learn - from Trees
No soul - has claim to wisdom
They ancient as the churning seas
Of bright - immortal - season

God is dead,
Killed stone cold in our head,
Buried in our hearts,
From which, one time, repentance bled.
An ocean of faith,
Shrinks to a sliver,
No laurels placed, any more,
At divine altar.
God's ceased to breathe,
With fledglings to bereave,
But no devotees to leave,
For him no soul to grieve.
God is dead,
Killed stone cold in our head,
In just the way,
That Nietzche said.

People are fascinated by extremely beautiful things
Like me, I love the sweetest of the Sparrows who sing
In dulcet tones round Earth she resonates and rings
My hearts bliss she effortlessly brings
The sweetest of Sparrows on truest route
Goes sweeping, soaring at one in the Noon
Borne aloft on warm, gentle zephyr
Her exquisite beating heart abloom
Imbued with deep and luscious ember
That burned until her life's December
Her cosmic joy her tune remembers
Warbled out in divine timbre
Sparrow, Sparrow in the air
Wings like arrows, feathers rare
Tuneful auras, shroud her song
A rhapsody, around, along
No gray reason restrains rhyme
As it spills throughout time
Sparrow, sparrow in the air
What wry spark is hiding there?

Vision is the maddest sense
It moves in detailed dreams
Conveying the wide world perfectly
As one, without a seam

Mandala mind unfold,
Take the righteous, truest path,
To thoughts that are kind, burnished gold,
Peace, in destruction's aftermath.

A world of splendour led the heart,
Into enchanted climes,
Whose magnificence is radiant,
Surpasses Shakespeare's rhymes,
If trespasser the Peace intrude,
Or walls begin to show,
The sun that's setting in the West,
Will lose immortal glow.

thank our lucky stars for sentient beings
who walk silently between us with tender treads
in to our soul self seeing
weaving magic threads
that unite our souls invisibly
imbuing in them a gentle flame
that marks the soul indelibly
and gives it a golden frame
the compassion of the mind is clear
when i think of all that people have done to help
me reach the truth, i'm not there yet, but i'm near
its hitting beneath my scalp
to sentient beings i pledge my song
may their blessings pour on down
rousing and waking the sleeping throng
who in lies drift and drown

Dear Father, in weeks past I posed and pained,
To paint thee verse in cerise, gorgeous red,
To communicate the clamour of affection,
To man more wizened, lordly than a scion,
Your words, I sense, as craft and choice as mine,
To honour human mouth and tongue divine,
To not with careless words apply the brine,
Round fragile heart which, unencumbered, shine,
To my mind you speak the solid truth,
A flame to all worlds slumbering souls aloof,
But truth in all your wisdom your discern,
Can see its flickering glow, feel raging burn,
We often cross our paths like two wee duck,
With amity with help from gods and luck,
But my own tongue knows only to defile,
When the vice of devilish vision snare and rile,
But with charity and patience you sweet wait,
Comforting with Buddha smile and gait,
Knowing truth of love in all hearts writ,
To child you hurled your heart, devoted it,
Indulged it's flights of fancy and it's fits,
For Love cannot be quick outsmart by wits,
Thy loving devotion I gratefully receive,
And in thy words find sweet my souls reprieve.

A lover did my spirit wake
To the singeing touch of sun
Kindling the pyre
That my spirit rests upon
A lover put a divine spark
In the middle of my soul
Love’s work there is not by time erased
It never stops at all

I speak of times when love was strong
And I was faithful, although wrong
I lived in thoughts that fractured me
And made it known, albeit angrily

But my deepest thoughts I could not speak
And that was what had made me bleak
Like damsels and the moon I’d weep
And then I’d only wake to sleep

But deciduous, I shed my leaves
And at the loom of my life I weave
I have become a babe anew
And I wake to watch the world in bloom

He talks in riddles wrapped in mystery.
The words are enigmas. They have history.
He thinks in ways that can’t be known.
His mind is wild and overgrown.

I never saw a soul so deep;
Spirit so fair; temperament meek.
His mind is free of any stain.
In these words he'll live again.

Once you were an unborn, unformed dream
A spirit drifting down cosmic stream
Then you were incepted in the world, babe supreme
A treasure, whole, without a seam

All hearts in unison rejoice at the babe
Who with their gleesome joy doth amaze
Setting cynical, jaded souls ablaze
Enveloped deep in loves warm haze

The world is better for your life
Be to the lust of life a wife
And then you'll transcend toil and strife
A ribbon on the breeze, like a kite

Don't struggle for the treasures vain
Allow thy ego to be slain
Then you'll transcend suffering, pain
And thy heart will not be cleft in twain

In New Baghdad the empire's King
A stately edifice decree
Make civilisation ransacked thing
Riches rule dominion, no longer free
No flower dome like Fuller sketched
But concrete box for captive souls
Lost dream of heaven, fierce beauty etched
Times tyranny hath mind appalled
Sea neath stolen sun for which Coleridge wept
Jilted, jaded sky beat by flame that restore soul
Will back to glorious sheen be painted, swept
For life had been bought and bartered, to bosses sold

The flora couldn't grow uptight
Rains rusted the bars, didn't feed
The captive bloom bereft of light
Whose commute to mind tyrants did not decree
But astute hearts attuned to joy
And doth arsenal of Heart employ
Will seek logic of Love not to love logic
See instead intuitions awesome magic
Instructs not by diktat, edict but stokes doubt
In all we don't examine whilst devout

Natures truth defy skeptics scalpel
Underwritten by rhythms wide, galactic
When dissected her truth does fast unravel
Beauty subsumed to reasons tactics
If we let her in her awesome dress
Dazzle us her splendour teasing hearts
Away from hell hatred imparts
In to enchanted climes where epics start
All manacles will yield to strength
And sisters rove free at wanton length

In new Baghdad, the last King gone
But barons maraud with freedoms key
Whilst soldiers dumped on streets, help gone
And go to ISIS, so pledge "we"
How ever did this problem rise
Where people become pawns in the game
Which topples a collective sky
In which the future shines happily aflame
So alike, fake philosopher kings
They lied, pretended to be enemies
But both Blair and big brother have guerrillas as things
When we are all like worker bees!

The honey ours, not theirs to taste
Share with bears, they are our friends
Friendship must be nurtured, chased
Say sorry often and make amends
For tyrant has us thinking of
Our differences and faulty traits
When passions we share and interests hath
Solitary the soul who hates
Link arms, uprise against devils lies
Suppress hell with angels reprise

My Heart begets to thee, devotion
Inside it deep, profound commotion
Consist in Love supreme emotion
Resounds and thrives in perpetual motion

Buds of May, astir on the stems
Thou art lovely little earthly gems
From field to field throughout the land
The stirring spring gestates her garland
Who would quibble with resplendent hues
Much colour does the eye amuse
So thank god for the buds of May
Piercing as a bride's bouquet

Thou hast not the facilities to make contact with this,
These melodies that maketh my appendages swell,
And throb with deepest passion's bliss,
No crime is my rhyme, or my feet that dance and dwell,
Those anodynes to my depressed mood,
An extra lofty homeboy from the oaktown,
My reputation as such precedes me, a lewd
Beat as this; thou has not the facilities to touch, nor its reknown.
Must I labour the point? This beat is beyond thy reach
Yes I must labour the point: Thy hands cannot fathom this,
Massive melody with wanton wickedness replete,
With their guidance thou cannot go amiss.
    With mighty longjohns and bonny lasses,
    I spit my lyrics for the masses.

Art there a passage to the wilderness,
To go into the world, unfurled, my friend?
We'll run with the sun, under purple skies.

My feet are insatiate.

To and fro they go, dreaming, rocking to and fro,
With light, bright step upon Earth's pearl.

All the world is a treasure.

Betwixt which city will twin hearts cross.

Up which raggedy tree, reliable as lungs,
Under what soot bridge with portals to elsewhere,
I wonder, mind asunder, in what dreamy daze you dwell,
As we yield to fantasy, my love.

When magic bowed out to causality
God was the main fatality
Verdict: Reason’s lacerations
Now the solar system spins on and on
As the scientists with sin look on
Destroying nature by isolation

In a solitary, single flash
The gods were all replaced with cash
And for a while it all seemed sunny
But when we went and killed the bees
And the crops died out, we began to see:
It’s impossible to eat your money

So I could rant on, darling, all day long
And **** this world’s misdeeds in song
Like a losing woman’s lullaby
But nothing changes for my complaint
The earth still gyrates with the taint
Of its jilted, jaded sky

Majesty of the earth and of the skies
Sweet lama, lover, praised in Angel reprise
Adores thee, rings resplendent round Tibet's
Sinuous rills, doth suffering, pain abet
Adam not the first of all the men
God's wisdom start in Buddha, his mind sung when
Shorn of all illusion he dreamt truth
With majesty and beauty rare forsooth

Majesty of the heart rarely beheld
In forests of your wisdom I lusting have felled
For truths of gold, gleam beauteous, wonderfully:
No you, no I, only one heart, we
A Buddha being mind as strong as mountain
Inspire devotions pour forth from time's fountain
As watchful Kali, graceful Bodhitsava
Impart the truth of time to questing lamas

We need thee, not forgetting Shiva, meditates sublime
Who see through fogs of war in silver font of time
For his dreams the cosmos enchanted clime
His heart creation's rhythm and it's rhyme
Beyond the cradle, far past static grave
Bodhitsava soul for eternity saved
At least those tongues of peace that have behaved
Or at least declined to behave like knaves

Majesty of the skies and of the earth
Protector of the hungering heart and hurting hearth
Your wisdom? Truth, of incessant birth
Your presence warm my heart breadth of its girth
Know Love will be found even in Love's dearth
Even as battles of life creep coy by stealth
Conspire to put you in poor and bitter health
But not even time can sully your spirit's wealth

There is nothing to fear we are all one God
That cosmic music I rancorous applaud
All the world is love and throbbing light
Therein my soul soar free, take dancing flight
There is nothing on earth as exquisite as you
Truth wherein my scared, sad spirit grew
A Buddha sing where Love apace:
Imagine all the people, living life in peace!

Was Lennon lama of the west?
Surely worked at Love's behest
My angel of the celestial democracy
Wits and wills vanquished devil's drab autocracy
Kindred flames remember him
In earnest passion, rancour of sweet cherubim
That Angel, who desired to aspire
On burnished wings of rainbow fire

You both share wisdom, wits and charms
Beckon learning child to feed from thy generous palms
Like Jesus, wizened as Bodhi too
This the history peacemakers knew
None divide by creed, class, name
All just observers of the flame
That burgeon, flourish deep within
Our one heart, God's cherubim

On immortal shores the spirits dwell,
Their dutiful Hearts with affection swell,
The magic medley of all time,
Sings through them, divine, sublime,
And makes their work do well.

We are Angels. We firm believe,
Therein we make all soul's reprieve,
With magic threads we subtly weave,
To unite, with light, when we hear Child's plea,

We strive and dare for unity,
In our celestial community,
This song is ours, we sing it loud,
In voice that's sure, and strong, and proud
Filled with Love and charity.

Little sparrow - do not fly
But stay aside my stoop - and sing
Your warm - effulgent - songs of joy
That give your life - to everything
Sparrow - sparrow in the air
Wings like arrows - feathers rare
Tuneful auras - shroud her song
A rhapsody around - along
No grey reason - restrains rhyme
As it spills -throughout time
Sparrow - sparrow in the air
What wry spark - is hiding there?
Sparrow swoops - amidst the bloom
'Twas summer in the shires
At noon - a sight on which to swoon
On golden wing - aspires
Searching wide - for nature's boon
Blood run - with her fires
Bird wise - ancient - as the rune
Beauty sung to lyres

Ever, ever lovingly
I went joyful, smitten
By the ***** mouth of Love
I had been sorely bitten
The path I followed was a dance
Enamoured of thy blisses
Waltzing in enchanting trance
When magic strikes it never misses
Ever, ever lovingly,
I went joyful, true
But now I rue this journey
For it does not feel kin to you

Consumerism makes the world go round
Humanism buried in the ground
Evolution of revolution decays
Shamanism the forgotten ways
Hedonism the latest craze
World is drunk on death its end of days

Deliver us, deliver us, deliver us from sin
Lord show our hearts how to make peace
Shine a light, healing bright, purest white within
In us the love of life apace

In war prism the world is held
Makes a schism in the ground
Fire and brimstone raging in near east
World communism would do man proud
Not capitalism tryna sell the clouds
Peace on earth says ******* to the best

Deliver us, deliver us, deliver us from sin
Lord show our hearts how to make peace
Shine a light, healing bright, purest white within
In us the love of life apace

The cantering word astir on the breeze
Doth the children and the bards ears please
Awakening souls to revelation
A sweet and sure and true sensation
That doth righteousness appease

These are my words. They are chosen pained
To make potent and powerful my refrain
My poetry strives and works to train
My mind to sing to relieve world's pain

For hacks have thrown it down the drain
So I want to see their plans slain
This is a paean to the life of the bards
Who learn to deal and play cosmic cards
To see evil lost, the end of the bane

A dream on a beam
Swimmed in to view
One without a seam
On warm breeze blew

A goddess pure
In aura resplendent
Sweet, demure
Witt light replete, transcendent

A blessing from
The upper world
To show me path
Out of here unfurled

Strange apparitions
Moving kaleidoscopic
Giving me migraines

Keep me awake
The world imbued with weird hue
Augmented aura

The voice is raucous
Threateningly it tells me
What it has in store

I see death, decay
My people are perishing
At malice's hands

These wild conjectures
Billowing like forest fire
Ravage my rapt mind

I entertain them
Believing in them and thus
Imparting power

To dark delusions.
I didn't see that they'd lied
That they'd peddled frauds

That keep me locked in
To perpetual horrors
That torment the mind

I converse across
Continents. Had a whole chat
Across oceans

With a friend. It's mad.
It's as if a radio
Were lodged in my head

As time elapses
Their failure to fruition
Any truth makes me

Distrust the voices
Cynical I raise my doubts
They crow and laugh, but

My feet on the ground
I set to work destroying
Their reality

Trampling their world
By recreating my own
From the dull embers

Brash, cantankerous
The voices try forming thoughts
But I don't listen

A composition
I write my own monologue
Now, I am not theirs

We walk the walk with wanton stride
And to the wayward path abide
Traversing the enchanted, magic planes
Hearing nature's sweet refrains
As in to her ***** we glide

This is the walk. See how we go
Dreaming, rocking to and fro
Taking us, both high and low
To Love, which raptures us in throe

Through us a magic breeze doth blow
And to ourselves the wisdom show
The walk of life is for the children
Who were born in God's celestrial cauldron
And who the goodness know

Dear Angel, please listen,
Heed my plea,
Hear my wandering spirit's entreaty.
May my deeds,
Align with your creeds,
Sewing in my mind your spiritual seeds.
May Hearts awake,
To their mistakes,
Overpowering sin's oceans and vice's lakes.
May minds as one,
Run with the sun,
A path of righteousness begun.
May you be a benefactor,
Helping to salvation manufacture,
Healing souls after fracture.
Stoking delight,
In nascent flight,
As you cloak us like you in bright white light.
May you say bless,
To our distress,
And help us to make mend of mess.
Angel, please listen,
Heed my prayer,
Hear what I am begging there.

Prithee darling - be my lover
We'll be in kindred philosophy - unite
For being enamoured - of passion
For all that tyrant interdict
You play - antihero
And I'll play - renegade
Wending to brighter day - we go
Eschewing shade
You play - Jacobean muse
And I'll play haughty heroine
Destinies - fuse
Intertwine
Two paths - never to be cleft
How ever can one light be bereft?
Loves light spread - by mimesis
My thesis
Of souls divine kinesis

Hark at thee sweet messenger
Evangelist of song
Bestowing thy faithful rhapsody
That rings around, along

Thy poetry gives thy life, thy soul,
To the world, to everything
When ears have heard her musical word
Their spellbound spirits sing

When I loved, dear, when I loved
My heart was mended in your hands,
You fixed it up with soothing bands,
That stop the ache I had from
When I loved, dear, when I loved

When I loved, dear, when I loved,
I danced resplendent in the sun,
Eternal life had just begun,
As endless as the waltz of time,
When I loved, dear, when I loved

When I loved, dear, when I loved,
There was a song that rung in the air,
All joy and all love soars up there,
There was angel at my stair,
When I loved, dear, when I loved

****, I bear sin,
They seek to squash,
The gay within,
Fated to die at tyrants hand,
On distant shore,
On oppressed sand,
Friends and families thrown off buildings,
When they should be having weddings,
May this barbarity and evil cease,
And those poor souls all be at peace.

The scrolls of history attest
To the errors of the Lords
Who come equipped to crucify
The shepherds of the hordes
They do not see that sheep are blessed
They do not feel with heart
Nay cold they think to raid the nest
But virtue will impart

I'd love to live for the lust of life
To lust of life I'd be captive wife
I'd fly enamoured in to every day
Going my enchanted way
Fathoming feelings serene and pleasant
Touched by feelings iridescent
I'd ravish pleasures sweet and coy
Enchanted of the cosmic joy
Revealed supreme magnificent

But ball and chain wrap my spirit up
My passion waiting to erupt
Overwhelmed by thoughts and fears
And all my awful stresses, tears
My mortal suffering I can't transcend
I fear to it there'll be no end
I'd love to live for the lust of life
To lust of life I'd be captive wife
But first I must make my spirit mend

Magic the moment when
In this realm of dulled perception
Where minds tick regular as clockwork
And thoughts and ideas
Never change direction:

Chaos and beauty collide
In a dance infernal
Hinting at the immutability
Of the universe
To the withered eye, exposed to the eternal

We’re blind men on the stairwell of life
Groping, reaching higher
Towards the source
Towards the light
Of the divine fire

Your spirit taught me gratitude
Myself bereft of it
For having been consumed by want
A habit with no merit

Your spirit taught me gratitude
Twas wonderful to feel
Stoking deep within my soul
Feelings most real

Your spirit taught me gratitude
Your spirit taught me grace
Your spirit taught me how to laugh
Sad memories erase

Our hearts are charged with
Love’s electricity, its
Rioting thunder.

That divine madness
Of her sensibility
Overwhelms us and

Makes heart exultant.
Fibres quake, electron fire
Cascading through me.

Heart wakes and goes wild
Like a wanderlust troubadour
Seeking the next song

Wildernesses, hearts
Are overgrown and rebel
Against cages, they

Demand perfect care.
A mesmerizing mantra
Consists in heart beat,

Syncopating care,
Notating all our loves, joys;
The muscle of prayer.

I.

Magnificent Angel, wouldst thou ever tire,
From divine labour stoking heaven's fury fire,
Rest awhile thine mind with mortal, earthen kin,
Regale me with your godly revelries,
In which truth of Heart's magnanimity,
Where pure hearts 'twixt trials of time are twin.

II.

Then I shall fathom thy light, pure, good and true,
World more good for the guiding light of you,
-- Beacon's light spread by spirit's mimesis,
With those wings, doth dare and proud protect,
Love's plan, to which you genuflect,
The final purpose of your light's kinesis.

III.

I would not flinch from your sultry sight,
Adorned by sparks of brilliant light,
Raw cub of God with soul replete,
A door that's opened unto thee,
Not to be rescinded willingly,
Hurled to glory on divine feet.

IV.

If wishes ever granted, mine to dwell,
In aura of the Angel, splendid, swell,
As we, the cherubs, since long time ago,
Searching for rainbow, to and fro,
As our path takes us, high and low,
We, lived, felt love, but now we go.

V.

To truth, which rapture us in throe,
Sat brooding in desire and woe,
The flame of love be ours to stoke,
The right be ours to wield it high,
And swing it proud around the sky,
Its light resplendent and bespoke

I would weep if you would move for me
Tears falling in warm cascades
To touch your face so tenderly
Would make me happy and elate
To put the spark back in your heart,
Would be a privilege and a blessing,
For lust of your joy I am insatiate,
May it's light triumph over the distressing.

Keen, I hunger to enchant the mind of a Poet
To entreat their thoughts with sweet epiphanies
Kindling dialogue, our mind's sensuous duet
We exchange locquacious litanies
Sharing the fruits of my Love's labour
I craft libations for the mouth of my muse
Moored on the deeps of the divine harbour
Our spirits meet, collide and fuse
Talking in torrents I ******* thoughts
Before they spill forth unto open ears
In friendship, Poets enjoy mutual rapport
That flowers, flourishes through the years
     I entreat Beauty with a snare
     Enchanting with delightful blare