A dozen fellows draped in threadbare tread densely,

Profligating goons in obsidian gowns
gathered under rainbow
moonshine shaking bronze hands,
howling and ******,   in the shambles of the moon,  
rap'n and nod'n to the notes of midnight.
The mellow marines mourned over malice,
lionizing over lost ones,
many howled venerated, exalted in wonder
in  favor of their thrilling grace, and delight,
and brilliance, and might!
but some neighboring sticklers,
    behaved haughty and in disdain,  
of the crowdy Cavaliers bellowing echoes
signaling out
                 to the seers of the sea,
singing to the wands overwatching the wedding,
and ravens listened,
   roving like noble patrolsmen.

Traveleres and trainees at sea
   humble and bright
niave, and frieghtened
in traverse,
           volatile and toiling,
           tireless,
Lunatics, (laughing, laughing, laughhing,)
Rumaging through rain,
fireciely,
rallying and rableroused,
through towering halls of mohogony,
     hefty and wholesome were their hearts
though, beast of the woodsy edifice
were foul and benumb
scowling with contempt,
haste to devide and devised to hindrance.

Hence the heroes heed
   to the valleys of rose, and violet,
and strawberry fields of forever,
 seeking Saint Nicholas,
in the bustling Byzantium,
      in the murky shadows of doubt.

The gentle wind whips the unsecured haylard along the abandoned flag pole,
overwatching the once busy parade field, now overgrown.
Here we stood, starched and shined, rows and rows and rows,
waiting for that final command, " Pass in review," oh so long ago.
The haylard, now rusting away,
used to be secured, twice, each and every day.
Like the the empty parade field, the soldiers there have come and gone,
and as if the haylard could sing a song, when will they all come home?

Rivers run for eternity all over,
Again wants to take Earth over.
Always rivers're followed by chasers-
The greatest ever dream dancers.

In the mountains when following they fly,
And so, they jump up to the very sky.
Barely touching the water with their feet
They sign songs so graceful and so sweet.

Oh, in the darkest  forests on the branches they fearlessly  run,
Faster than birds, lighter than winds. Before you notice they'll be gone.
And the folk of the forests, animals would wonder:
"Why are those kids faster than lightning and thunder?".

And in the cities they ride winds overwatching the place,
Finding new members, through houses they trace
Nobody  can see'em, yet windows try to catch their reflection,
Know, they never do, because they lack in attention.

"But what is their goal" a reader would ask,
Over watching the life- that is the task.
You see, water knows the secret of moon, keeps keys to the life,
And while the rivers run,  fires won't find a single way to end our graceful strife!