By Frost Steering

The quiet touch of silence,

 in the ear buds of the bloom,

 with the apple as the fruit,
 a peach sealed dish.

Mixture of the band,

 to the lyricist in the stone,

 a brand in the monkey,

 is the dancing of the night!!

A sun with no accounting,

 burning up in light,

 would the capture have taken,

 the eyes in sight of blood?

Creature to the birth,

 of the spawn of Satan,

 a tribal founding sound,

 that bangs this life in sprung!!

No necessity to teach,

 the limb of the vein in leach,

 for being sucked for life,

 is in the absolute to just.

Finals to the cause,

 a world status quota,

 to fill in all the blanks,

 with worth of medal watch.

Times of irons leather,

 as stirrups are for trots,

 in the canter counter,

 balance slows to locked!!

Impulsive in the stretch,

 marking length with death,

 to a view of grossing,

 only profit docked.

The porching reasons song,

 the notes to always know,

 in tong a confident,

 with stinging all that's wrong.

Bee the hiving nature,

 to the Bat in Caves,

 one will disappear from life,

 that other enters save!!

Discussions in the after math,

 addition to the three in planned,

 subtraction of what reals span,

 stilts chills.

The goose in bumps to skipping lives,

 as gander took to realize,

 that one mistake is second twice in still.

Problem in the Triangular,

 is the Pentagram,

 in stuffed to the seek in simply meet,

 a crisis in per suite!!

Worn to show the talent lowed,

 as management of country,

 cored at the bases choke,

 the spinning of the chored.

A helmet to jet the riding horse,

 around the arena in such course,

 a flying change in breezy gored.