New Age Gargoyle Oweing

Why should We Fall rather Ride to Rotation,

the stride of the Vocals speaks task to location,

the Spear of Destiny a Stratasphere  brights,

allowance envelopes the worth to Invites!!

Gargantuan Stars to Sons being Mights,

the Armor of Girls to Introductions of Kites,

the string of not along but the grasp to the Song,

a Victor in Shouting We all streak the Sprites.

Lady of Eve repeals of Cleats,

flecking the Sparkles to flinting a Fire,

burning desire scraping the dire,

fill the spoke upping the broke,

legs are for balance,

life is a stroke,

to luck it must See the broth of the Mead,

gulps will due drowns,

Swallows provide Sounds!!

Stouts to the Upton of the Brewing at Bushwood,

the Hall of the Father my Mother did could,

boils to cups to warm blackened Beer,

the Head of the State said,

here have some dear!!

The Moat was the high light,

the Walks of the talk,

over the Hill a Chapel was stuck,

passing a Gosling grey fluff did they where,

to think that the Swans grow to sleek in such dawns,

makes you appreciate the creek of the longs.

Enter the Ancient it seemed like to me,

the Artistry floored for the Ceiling was neat,

what shocked the most was the Walls that did Host,

for put in upright their Bodies were tight,

the standing were dead but stood in their Stead,

how odd I did think as the Priest never said!!

The piering of wood in the benched rows of done,

the carve of engraved showed gifts are so old,

no alter stole attention the Front was just stowed,

a tad bit in elevated to best here a vote.

I wondered back to the Swanning trades know,

does grace speak appeal or ante the Moe,

is the ship of the casting exampling roads,

'cause their were Two parents guiding those Goslings to poe. 

Question to sculptures on the Outer of Built,

never offensive to me I speak coat,

protective in gearing a visible wrote,

imagine the Men whom carved all the pulp.

Griffins, the Sphinx, a Pyramid pope,

not used for Tombs but shots of light hopes?,

the fracture of Sun in the Moon of a bite,

Clouds to the every shown a dim tight,

not to condemn more over to Hem,

the Stitch in a Time providing Views in a Line!!

A Chiseled approach with the Mind of a loach,

teeth to show Sharps as Minors in harps,

the Anvil of Hammering the Bout of these larks,

Nature Announcing Life had a Start!!