M. H.PARAGON 113 by Martin Hanley.

Copyright © Martin Hanley 2014

Alpha sun calling but never too late, cavorting and silent, some pretender’s still wait. A flattering flourish brings out a simple call, and spiraling draws the willow’s sweet thrall. The task is soon realized but never soon bound, in letters cut opened, ill wind, forgotten ground. Towards education, this race is consumed, forever young student shall soon be un-ruled.

Lonely cliffs, stormy skies and echoes so cold, a burning feud ignited will soon be retold. Fire-damp fiend and phosphorescent froze, the cordial dissenters kept hidden their role. Caped truculent sigma and regimented phi, the root travels center, their will set on high. A firmament yielding and long life complete, old charter retreating for the feral the streets.

The fishmongers still gutting and selling their ware, naïve shoppers solace, warning buyer’s beware. Three times was turning yet three times was late, alignment concurring, correct time and date. Crystalline fistula, poison took hold, to treat swollen bodies that lie near the shore. Now charity’s wide open, you contenders take note, Omega spoke Venus, her spell to invoke.

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