Privileged to tell?
The better role, in a vouching vaunt
So set, for a devotion in might, we be the fell...
Longing for a shadowy right, to live in the light we haunt?

Patience, is such, if not the only virtue
Predicament in few, vice to love...
Collecting the same, if not shame triumphant, due?
Do we know ourselves, when liberty has excused us...

Is, a younger covenant?
Through in forced issues, the tale of spirit's introduction
Saved from future implication, the choice I relent...
Is mine to the pout of another, the sound of vanity come, again

Won't?
And interpretation of a new, hastier league...
Of repercussion, and the till of ominous moment's...?
Readied by an unseen hand, as if reality is to conceive

Nowhere in mind, for the truth to visit?
Me, in the courage we show, we tender is a callous front
Of appetite's superiority, the turn of acumen into wit...
That has seen it all, a perception intoned for a care so, don't?

Destiny, and the ilk of homage...
We prepare in languishing eyes; the times are a bared lover?
Set to tooth, and with a realm to it's touch, that is a livelier legend?
Will my known, need as a name is my shield, begin to sate lucre?

West, with the common ire, to verify a new sanity
Paces and fate, in the land to tell a very different story....
Everyone has heard, over and over again
With one difference, is my name to rule the vastness, I worry...