A Thrist

Ancient's n' modern's



Sounding sublimity



Give me splash



Gushing pep n'



Surging strength



Since in vain my



Green n' gaiety



Blues be etched, but,



Poured in dark.



With Orpheus' harp n'



Keat's lyrics,



Still to quench



Those swollen hearts,



Those smoldering wicks



For serenity thirsts,



Like parched lips,



At little drop of dew,



Extremely lacking



With the extreme deeds



Of the greedy foxes,



The disguised saviours



At time's steering