A Requiem?
© Ferrer Joey Palomar Fesico
Nil it looked, disturbed; A clacking and a roaring on the field.
Hand on chin progressed in walking; A man sighted on the green.
All green appeared to seem no end; no ditty compared to a sing.
As conducting begin; sanity and sweat were ignored in a rasp.
Pledges and contract battling into the harsh; all the heat is tiring,
with the sun given. But this man, his determined is to win.
From there, still again; One quest is guided to win.
A lady's hand asked presently; "can you see what's there in?"
A palmistry reacted, bounded from his grandfathers métier.
The instant was not hesitant, but here upon look; Shy appear.
He wanted to say what is there, everything she should hear;
But like on the green, is here, his speech dis-adhere.
All rasp say you hear; "every tear says adhere."
One tune is attached to its ring, yours and hers, all its tail.
A question must be said, "Where were you all these years?"; Silent.
"Why suddenly hear, resonating, why all are coming from Zion?"
Him gladness all appear, a smile, hid yet declared.
"I hope she got it, battling cognition, all alone she must clear ..."
Watch. What must be clear?
Heroes did all their part; Clear and guide like a light.
Determination, as goddesses await; one quest it must take.
A man watched, gripped it's chin; watching seemly as all cling.
"What will happen?" "What must be clear? they all sing.
Still to all unconvinced, unclear.
An ancient story to tell.
A grass cutter found a set of wings, trudging back from a friar.
He wonders whose wing was it wear; seem alone so is with.
The years have set in, yet no finder to wear.
Then on the market fair, selling maiden on a swear.
The rest is unsung.
The grasscutter recognized that it's hers; since fairy, she appears.
With all gladness she song; Like LOVE, she has learned.
Learning love is as clear but her wings "say go to where?
"Let us go to where all glitter" the grass cutter disappear
All his love in despair, his intentions were all clear and all there
A love in honesty like the truth, A love to last; A triumph quest.
Since then no one said; No song from the maiden, now wings she wear.
Like the palmistry and what not, he can wait; Until the lady seek its quest.
Will it seek for what glitters or will it fight for its love quest?
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