Tale to tell
To a frightened bird one day
Salt and guidance to a fire make comfortable
But the cold of silence in the tree's, of disdain or dismay?

Ought on unity's chin?
The talk and the seclusion we expose to unique...
Airs and driven knowledge, the count of wins
And the spurning of hope, as a friends gift to a table, a clique?

Of sincerity to consider gone, with a might so done
The ruse of vice, is in the bespoken hands of courage
To continue with a reach, we sate and realm with sanity, home
Is a catching health, to couth; a misery ours for a wagon's wage?

Beckoning hellishness?
Time to well upon the naivete or needs of a stone, the breadth of shadow
And its becoming inspiration, the cold corners of ambiguity, bastion and death?
Are for any of a mix, that has the same in mores, we predilect and owe...

Common practice, if not method in a dread triangle...?
So sweet, so enamored, so entangled with a coping house
That has seen the future of the truth, the tale to tell...
A handshake of call and cooperation, that knows life is thou...