"Endellion ended the pending rebellion,
Felling the dissident engine with pendant.
A literal engine, mechanical skeleton,
Concept of clockwork on hope too dependent..."
Endellion fought for the orderly habitude
Gritting her attitude always to hinder
The errant adherence to mutinous aptitude--
Crimson anemic was treachery ender.
That hair was like blood from the ruby leviathan,
Liquid so vividly able to dictate
The movement of heart from one small to gargantuan.
Flowing of follicle stunned whom would spectate.
But beauty was tiny compared to tenacity
Stringing her sinew, imbuing with vigor.
No matter the size of idea or entity
Her grip on canon would force it to rigor.
"...the necklace spread light in a mystic geometry,
Scoring the air with a photo-form monster.
The multi-prong mass made of maces and elegy
Sundered machine in a fall law would sponsor."
(Credit to Lindsay for the name "Endellion.")
Felling the dissident engine with pendant.
A literal engine, mechanical skeleton,
Concept of clockwork on hope too dependent..."
Endellion fought for the orderly habitude
Gritting her attitude always to hinder
The errant adherence to mutinous aptitude--
Crimson anemic was treachery ender.
That hair was like blood from the ruby leviathan,
Liquid so vividly able to dictate
The movement of heart from one small to gargantuan.
Flowing of follicle stunned whom would spectate.
But beauty was tiny compared to tenacity
Stringing her sinew, imbuing with vigor.
No matter the size of idea or entity
Her grip on canon would force it to rigor.
"...the necklace spread light in a mystic geometry,
Scoring the air with a photo-form monster.
The multi-prong mass made of maces and elegy
Sundered machine in a fall law would sponsor."
(Credit to Lindsay for the name "Endellion.")
Aha! Endellion means "fire soul"---lovely.
ReplyDeleteI'm always amazed by your ability to keep up the rhyming and still write a good poem
ReplyDeleteI envy your vocabulary :)
ReplyDeleteJ. you are some sort of word wizard. Keep knocking out these great lines.
ReplyDeleteI love saying this aloud! It brings back memories of Tolkein (There was a merry passenger,a messenger a mariner:
ReplyDeletehe built a gilded gondola
to wander in and had in her
a load of yellow oranges
and porridge for his provender;
he perfumed her with marjoram,
and cardamom and lavender.
He called the winds of Argosies,
with cargoes in to carry him,
across the rivers seventeen,
that lay between to tarry him.) Only your pattern is more complex. Just lovely lovely.
you have a way with words, lovely piece of expression.
ReplyDeletewell done.