Wroth Volcanic Vent

A venerated vaulting of veracious vitality

Vainly vying with volcanic virtuosity...

A full-fledged rift, inwrought with feel

That will portentously conceal

Its fervid pith, bodes megrims glum.

The rubicund residuum

Of vacuous venereal brume

And pristine, procreant perfume

Secludes the gleams of subdued scourge:

Death.

Conflagration foils eftsoon

The candent ferine swoon

Of laving in the grume of a liquid heaven

When mettled lava omens hell for a mistimed futurity

That will discerpt the purity of this fumarole

From which funest vapor histrionically rises

Meretricious gilder of a thousandfold nullity

Working in due course

To exude the onerous fidget,

The gaunt fount of flustering fusion

An ineluctable wound has been imposed

In my emaciated days of tortuous irretention

A hesitative fascinator quelled a taintless ambition

Impassibleness impossible

Like a granitic hoar rock impassable

Is the impassionment, the impediment

Of impenetrable realms imperiling me

With fissures that flout and filch...

Foul larcenies aimed to make me quail

Tangible trickles have spendthriftly bedewed

The soil with flagrant fluid...

And though I know grum furor

My fastidious ground is vaguely relumed

Meretricious gilder of a thousandfold nullity

Working in due course

To exude the onerous fidget,

The gaunt fount of flustering fusion

An ineluctable wound has been imposed

While oftentimes a grudger's loss

Of nature's auburn glabrous foss

Caused vertiginous wistfulness

And sudorific, forced ingress

To looming meres of nascent tears

So tacitly in olden spheres,

Now like a newborn wildly wauls:

Death!