An unkindness draped in black vesture
A parliament endowed with preternatural leisure

When colours christen child birth, temper choses
Superior puissance and inferior visage loses
Home land to New World with cognitive ballistics
Under the cures of light and the chores in plastics

Nightfall is a gene of unkindness as the costume
of mourning as the mood of rigor mortis fumes
on stage behind the scene at the apex of blinks
forced by the irks of grievance splashed by ginx

The soothe of a container on heat for a decade
cannot wipe off the foot prints of locks in arcade

After the seeds of bleeding postures indemnify
the index finger, in the verdict of the nun monify

pressure of twinkle stars in elementary senility