left

To my mortal sorrows
of the past hollyday treatments
nebulousness'n maltreatment malajusted
the whole ordeal
deserved a shore
let us gryeve towards home
for twylyght was 'nfallyble a treatment
for our kynd to dwell'n overtreatment
for under the cabyn of gay death
was our forlorn theatre of bloodyed lyfe
that guyded wretched nexyons
on the alchemyst's horyzen
a marshfyeld of Athena
the last scene that betrayed my eyes
scalyng to pretrude,
oblyterance
a valley overshadowed by our sweet dream
overburdened by secret vagueness of lyfelyness
thys ere our home becometh
n'Thanatos and yet lyfelyer than voyced by heaven's bank

so breast feed me your stygmatyc tragedy agayn;
so thread me to yourself agayn, to feast

What is this about? I like it but I'm not exactly sure where to put my finger on it.

-Joshua-

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