Grasping Spake

The shiver of fright,

the fear of a plight,

the angled light of the darkest sight,

the Red is Right,

the weapon of a knight.

The Song of very old!!

Remembrance haunts the Path of Told,

the bid ignites,

 furthered Rites.

An Ancient Road guides this Fight,

when Independence roots to Might,

the Curse becomes Appealing.

Loss is gained with fact,

the War beguiled from the Battle behind a Past hazing,

the Guilty become the sound of already done.

The victory of the Test,

out lasts the History of made,

the Colour of the Magnitude is Trade!!

Upon such a directive,

misery is costing and leads to,

the denial of blame.

The answer disregards the balance of every question asked,

the Summit over-looks a distant start of planned,

discounts the News as not being a dead move.

Enhanced the Lives,

to see the marred as Set at Par,

the Present moment of very Dark.

Memory triggered by Music in View,

the Booth is removed,

the Traveler unravels a greater Truth.

The Proof is Scarce increasing the blare,

to announce the looting sign of, 

built by design.

The Planned derailment of an Historic Day,

stopped Time to Last,

inordinate and fast.

The slow rise to the value of cost,

censured the loss to review.

In distance of a Copper-Hue,

the Call of a Tell was Grave,

the Sight of what's to come,

scared the straight to new.

The forward thought,

Continue brought,

the Mind filled with Sights of Horrors,

the Words poured as Sentences unwind.

The Warning not Heeded,

seeded only a further demise,

the quickness tried but when it sighed,

Defense became Realized.

The Whole of a Continual Tune,

a stand to old views to get through.

The Training so Coursed,

the Lane became Drift,

the Low Rise to Call returned,

the Collective tipped.

Packing-in the Ones whom Tomb,

freed by desperate News to move,

the Game parked a Stay.

The I's in Lot,

fought to Wake,

breaking each Rule applying the Law of Due.

Broke through as the Ties began to Erupt,

the Globe that touched,

banked the suit.

Grasping at,

not all escape this plan of damned,

the Roll of this Stun halts the Run.

The Empire of Our varied Start,

identified an Agnate state in Place,

the worry of the Human Race.