Glow worm

Whether or not your quest availing 

Here the wonted light, pursues some honour unveiling

Although every scourge, ne’er pulled an outcome

That whatsoever thing repines, any chase blasphemous 

Inspite so much spasm harder within phantasy anachronous 

T’was a descant of glow that revives any numb

 

After all infamy, I reckon you allure

Through a sabler spirit, that was all your contour

Neither dormant not lambent, ere through woe 

Such is your race, shall rise in acquiescence 

Yet press’d amidst sun’s draconian presence 

Thy picayune force, at every turn shall bestow 

~f.h. 

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