Trials

Comedy of follies hath no mirth

Hath only the hath me since Rebirth

Coronet of honor to ignoble stooping

Once proud shoulders to temporary drooping.

Power to change lies within

Virtue weighed above thy sin

Strange be the mirths through which we sigh

Humiliation in shame for which we die.

Never-ending odyssey of succeeding notes

Followed by the weakly brawls of he who dotes

Reasons of falls doth looketh with glitter

Following the trials of life to litter.

"All that glisters is not gold"

Often have I been this proverb told

But the Spring-well of thus Mighty Youth

Pushes me hither say I in sooth

Fatality of Paths in the Den of Joy

Forms in thy mid like a great Ploy

Controlling they like a wax doll's toy.

The be but the Trials of Thoughts

Realize thus what thy heart unwroughts

Songs of Ages hath thus us told

Of the Brave men of renown and old

Hath who used the trials to better self mould

Forming thus more than all the Gold

Riches from the Soul of Legends sold.

Open thy eyes to the follies of thee

An' know the sharpness of the Blade thou can see

Formed From Life's own Garden Tree.

Trial be but the product of thy own wishes

For thy attention it but fishes.

Give it thus no power over thee

An' open thy eyes for betterment to see.

Thou be-th but the Leader of thy Soul

Give thus the purpose to Life's fuel-coal

Feel the warmth of Freedom's Grace

Leaving there no evil to trace.

Hence , for must change embrace 

Recover thyself from weak denials 

An' Silence thy Infinity of Succeeding trials.