Among the vain retaliation

A betrothal awaits.

Upon
the entwined branches,

Valiantly
placed beyond the trees,

A
parapet of the tree tops is laid.

It
hinders my soul from the sky beyond.

Oh
sky, glorious sky,

A
sensation of warmth present.

Basking
among its resilience

Murmuring
in its flame,

A
bequeathed legacy of enlightenment

Among
the mirth,

Upon
the covered woodlands,

A
bequeathed burden is present.

Caged
among its glare,

Consumed
upon its wrath,

Degrading
the flame that was once lit

Upon
the upper side.

Why
the burden must be bequeathed

Into
my sodden arms.

Vanquishing
my marred pride,

Denouncing
the flame above.

Along
with my sense of pride,

Among
my sodden arms,

Along
the parapet,

The
sensation of warmth

Beckons
me once more.

My
spirit is raised beyond my sodden arms.

Beyond
the parapet above,

My
lust conquests my mars.

Released
upon the flame of
enlightenment.