With tendrils of thy fiery arms
Embrace mere mortals;
Wisps treading with thy golden charms,
Winding past otherworldly portals.
It’s a morn of another time,
The dewdrop rise past earthy haven.
Words flutter with a thundering chime,
Heave ho! The chaos begins, brazen.
Past the rush-besotted gaffes,
There are chattering dishes, clattering voices;
Herein exists no parleys,
Serenity masquerades as one of the choices.
Oh! Dreams of better tomorrows
Wrought anew with the largos
Colors flying with the swallows,
Morning madness of the unsung heroes.
