An inner music

[CHOMAT]

Back the bright blatant baseness
Breaking bars and opening gates.
Proud little strolls and striking fates
A-waiting ,twisting our holiness.

I greet the brave, then hail the bold:
We need fearless and quaint victors,
Dancers who daintily sway, soldiers
Marching on an inner music-mudded, cold.

Lost my faith in fiendish deities,
I've been hit by natural grace.
No rumbling rumor, not a trace
of furious stillness upon sullen faces.

Outside those silent passers-by
Seem to spurn sinless paths.
Will they soon spur suitable wraths
And spirit me up to the intense sky ?

 

[susiedqq]

:lol:

very nice rhythm and imagery!

 

[CHOMAT]

From a native, it's truly kind , cruelly tender.
Thanks again