Stable Barbs

Latter the After equal the More,

in distant nigh the shape of know One,

calculation will not add,

the Mathematics is,

FACT!!

Ridden for the Cruise,

got to like the difference,

doesn't matter to the other break lit,

the Fire FLAMES in MY!!

Gathering Force of no more that Sight,

the gambling paid off to Ride,

the tides of the most mighty fight,

the frigid cool that delivers,

just ME.

Quantity these blasts as pointed,

to the Past of Presence of lined,

written not of a spear,

rather the Sword of Rite!!

In Each and Every speed,

the caliber is you have breathed,

the grit in blanketed tights,

turned loose to the World in the spet of only,

the Mere of the Bowed Fiddle player Tuned.

Quibble never for the shatter is,

the grasp that it is a clasp to the think,

for that has not entered brink,

the set of the stream is,

you glean.