12 April 2012
Adorn your cloths of prisoned states,
Shroud yourself in gruntled greed,
Grotesquely enthused by blinded hate,
Cloaked in genes of soured seeds.
Masquerading in ornately thieved towers,
besieged by ghostly plights deceived.
Exploiting immortal dreams they creed.
In devoted times beyond the night,
Careered by fashioned hurls, condemned by vile malignant tyrants.
Judged by scholars and socialites,
Who roam in seasoned fields where uneducated hollow brains depleted.
Dragging heals of requested unholy deals.
Remorse, remorse they called- the delinquents
Shine your light from shiny steely prisms.
Lament for the unchosen divided dwellers,
Whom sadly shiver in hopeless fright,
beneath a bellowing enchanted sea.
Come forth the fifth, the night - The Knight of Realms Delight
Lead the pilgrims for-sake-in-mourning.
A quest, a mighty quest, a-quest-on-due intends.
Rise up, rise up they called - the infrequents.
Belying silently un-favoured pawns
Obesely scavenging in silhouetted blameless hoards.
Sanction ghastly keepers of scrolls
Whom flawlessly surrender parted souls.
Take courage our withering primrose
Your scented by keepers in scorn
Return The Knight Of Realms Delight
For we wake eagerly engrossed in wonderful enlightened morning yawns.
The Knight Of Realms Delight • Opuss № I