Windsor Hush

Speaketh though when your lips and tongue had silenced,

Barren by sickle impressions still quiver down below
Who would have thought thy gullible’s cry?
Carelessly forgotten beneath your lingo

Shall though tempest the up roaring thunder

When dreaded tears rolled over thee,
Shackled within thy iron fist
Have you ever thought the hushing of the wind?

The stillness of amber shall qualms my conscience

Oh, Windsor hush, spread thy wings by unfolding me!
Succumb the feat of thy defeats, a waterloo of battle depressed
Knotted to flake up thy sorried eyes

Silhouette dreams have clung thy ears, intonations in the air!

Resonate with harmony along with thee
Priceless than thy privy of paradigm
Steadfast smile uncovered around thy face.

rhydel dogadle