Frozen Sun

Frozen Sun
by Trisha Jarabelo

Thoust lancet’s clout troubled my tranquility
T’was no crime of thine to make me see
That things would be better if a different persona I be
And now I am down to naught but sheer animosity

Thy was compelling so I thought about departing
But matters hath transfigured to be melodious
I was oft left meek and I deliberated of staying
Though I know the mort’s comings, that hast now become contagious

The retort was moronic of my instincts to be acted
For I presuppose that this is no eternal damnation per se
I was and is a farce of today’s gene that is egotistically minded
But I tell you that you won’t hear my lips mumble uno kuatro trese

I hope not but I do see a partition between two entities
Before intertwines vanish I am oft to say a thing - my apologies for uneven familiarities