Medieval mirages modernised the memories of man
Celtic scenes showing solitude midst the clan
Teary tomboys trying to transform for tomorrow
Sorrowful suppression surmised to show more sorrow
Beautiful birds were to beatify boroughs in the beggining
Slowly selfishness shows man more paths of sinning
Yet the yew grows yellow but rows on the yacht
Peers pretend not to pronounce the prudent pact
Diabolical deeds draw devilish relish from death
Meticulous matter transforms nature to mournful meth
Gras grows to willowy weeds that birth the burrows
Wasps wisp past parents, while foxes start to furrow
Inside insight into inaccurate ideas of the idealistic writer
Allow allies to assume tomorrow wont be any brighter
Lowly legions of logistical facts for men account more
Than for that fate has in store