Quicken beat, a princess knight, or help stolen feet stab? A tender hand, the shielded hand or two softened phase, a lit circumference, two handles and a hold back a hug night maze? Shelter ease, how a brother chimes, the gab staived to the midnight chime, and what have you? A brother and sister, times three, staives clef?
Or a lonely morcel, in truth a shame, and help, together, just two tickets, and a shave? A little truth, home to spin, not a preach, or a bin tilted foe? How two tickets together, or one in willing snow, or is a taste of refusal, and a light times wick, in tolerance show? A little beat, me too, quick, is it time for a check out sum?
Or sheltered even, two staives clef, what death would look like, to a finger, all shaven to an old man theft?
Find me something, clever, with tooth, my will is not a shaven girl to boot. Ask me something your mouth hid chime, I do not have permission for snide tidings crime.
I come for a lick of wisdom’s beat, your tongue is too quick for a mission feat, and layer it on, two wings quick neat, not explanations latter, to a tailor quip and beat?
Or write it down, on the table show, I will eye it later, and tooth to show? And sum it even, a tear light tend, your will is done, and tended save, the tongue shaved lept, and tidings wept, I will do my best, and the tongue letter times crept?
So, a written word, in times fold tore? Knowing something or wisdom flow? Or just an angel prism, and light held wide, I want nothing but an end of suffering a tide?
The stamp hid night, a loner kite, yet the morsel, tended to a shave, hid light. A tidings kept, lowly seam, what will is reminder?
Or a little heal, the knowings sheltered eye crop theft, is a pause,
or allowace can left?
A little alter times a chum, or on the table, what is wise or a bum? A shaven letter crept to see?
Or just a sniff, what is your suffering to me?
A little tooth, to seal an arrow flame.
Write it out, hold it down, crop tides. OR leave it in a church crop lame, diaries of entries, shielded held sane, or just one morsel, the exit cane?
Or what is suffering, a little pry deny? How one name tame, can hear a lost child shy, and hovering over a truth sworn kept, how echoes of torment, is it God, with a new name, the same letter flexed kept?
A tear to find, my name light show, yet other morsels, what is a child to a door know? Or tidings flow, the cripple name kept, is it I again, to a shadow, and all names, the rope crow know?
A little shuffle, the robes tailored crept, entwined to the cane, or the meal, tilted to the belt never lifted sane?
A sniff to know what one name flow greet? Or a guess none, then my tears, all guides flowing tidings neat?
Who am I? Upon a flame?
Or just a door in a puzzle gain?