Dark was the raven
In lightest azure.
Its calcium eyes
Oblivious to the moon.
Breezing to its apex
As a Siamese.
Stellar like a Portugese
Rushing for glory.

The scarf
Hung upon the billboard
Crashed to the ground.



The chimera sighed
In deepest lavender
With the water
Hollering to his lungs.

The wounded manticore
Hirsuite in blood
Devouring its life
As Mjolnir crashes.

The fame of fantasy
Ends with a thudding cry.



Dragonly the elfin eyes
Glew cinnibar as of sparks
its skin, pale as milk, cracked
The goodly times were over.

Ransack the memories of tomorrow
The proverbial bull
Oleaginous to the touch
The elf has taken helm.

As full as the pocketwatch
The void
Claps as thunder would.



The dove of black
Albion in the dawn sun
Chromium in the noonday
A mere mortal by sunset
It lives forever in the light of night.

The dormant imp
Obtuse to the forces of evil
Posesses posession.

The bell strikes
The brick wall
It collapses.



The eagle
Copper-toned like
The limestone metropolis
It is unable to glide above
It crows a final cry.

The crow
Able to
Soar upon the grasslands
Pecking at the seeds of life
The breakdown
Sends it crashing.