A raining brethren of splintering rain
Lacing the woes as knights filled fists
Clashing with that of trembling ground
Each footfall a smog in the glimpse

Wading through the haunt of hollow words
Sometimes the leech and gag in the pool
Swimming in the tankard clasped to my head
Needless to say pouring words which built instead

Trembling, capsizing, leaking through defenses
Once fortified with daisies akin glowing reminiscents
Numbing in nights such as this
Solitudes dispairs respite multitude aware