Sweeten, let’s, a coast of dun Therefrom which, the tides erode, A castle to blind the mighty sun Affront to that Poseidon, and others On the beach. ***** the walls and battlements Fair crystal arm the turrets The audience of the hermit ***** Pay silent homage to the throne Intricate are its libraries, etched Our history inside the tomes. Only grains of perfect stock From which antiquity, in full credit, Will revere the lot And poetry of human might Shaped and forged to kiss the day of light Only that may suffice. In this endeavor, no ancients will tenet Its salty beams but the children of the morn For we shall build the universe From when progenitors are born.
Before it began, we were dismayed Our future, castle, by waves waylaid Aspirations sink, now, from shape. But, Gods, I curse you! Let my destiny rise free! Look now before you: A stone in ocean of mediocrity! All these that build up forts Lack in that spirit to fight, retort **** you, **** you, waters of my doubt Turn false the shades of realism Which I thought it all about **** you, **** you sands of time For now all that founds my dreams Is erosion of the shoreline sand.