The Cave of no Ream,
visions were new,
the prequel to do,
the result,
was the sight of how to get through,
a terrible pursuit.
The book read results,
folded from scroll,
made to be rolled,
not turned to hear,
for this scripted fear.
The form of the Verse,
often rehearsed,
to spy on the lives,
the Sublime in so Vied.
The treasure of lines,
a systematic exist,
to be observed in silence,
the riddle of timing,
Set the Script to Assigning!!
From memory alone,
a natural atone,
the silence of slant,
exposed the aspect of subject,
the Imprisoned Cell,
the cindered mortar of a Creative felled.
The plough of the mirth,
pushed aside as absurd,
realized and faced Earth,
the blood of a royal lead,
colored Red this bad Deed.
A Leud Pursuit
Advantaged thoughts of immediate brought,
the Words of the Verse,
read aloud invoked curse,
a diabolical reversed.
The flood of perversity,
pictures of stand,
molded complete,
a radical move created the Deed!!
The Memory Removed,
an introduction of new,
the Art of Reading revealed,
the deal was sealed.
Retreat
Never touched,
the Book was the Lot,
removed from being sought,
found by whom plots,
and delivered what's brought.
Disgraced and unmoved,
the Real was loosed,
began an attraction and gave a viewed traction,
the loss of the weapon,
in a singular Letting.
Responding
The Ancients raised the protection of saved,
an emergence of would fight in just should,
an Evil Recite!!
The power of seethe,
broke free to full-fill Be,
the Energy of Lead,
no longer disagreed,
now knew the Divine Seed.
The chill of the cold,
no shoulder to hold,
invited the Roll,
now booked in a fold,
the scream of the Frill,
made Whole the expense,
of what had been told.
The Sip of the Drink,
sought for great Think,
had been drunk in full,
no sip did delight,
the drips found to trite.
The Course of the Driven,
ate while the living,
called for the bidding,
their Skin valued stretch,
to etch-out whats guessed.
No testify did survive,
the Red now spoke like,
the Place came to Life!!
The Cake was baked Thrice
The clambering woke,
no yoke to hold spoke,
the chains were so strong,
the clank is now proud,
a sight of whom found,
Hell is Around!!
The Case of this Law,
was read aloud to succeed,
all was let go in one single note,
translated in rote,
to wrap around bloat.
The ignorant pleaded,
put back this release,
the value not measured,
empowered more pleasure.
Fear of Percussion,
the dine of just rushing,
made evident the evil,
was really just People.
The failed succession,
a grave repercussion,
Humanity lost,
as Clerics knew cost.
The instruct now Old,
the Mystic to late to intervene on this Vista,
took the Scrolled Book to Mind,
absorbed for Ryhmn.
Advancing in Silence,
in isolation of Caved,
a very old story, told of visions that changed.
His words straightened plight,
placed laws to just right,
this Man was so drained,
a Mystic showed Vain.
With each exchange of a supernatural range,
he brought Level to Balanced,
with the words and not talent,
but follow and manage,
in a Life full of Challenge.
This Man had a Vantage,
a place to review,
he is older than knew,
accepted his truth and communicated Route,
for people to choose the path of astute.
