Alabaster Strikes!

Indulgence in the Nonsense

Stripped down, like alabaster stone.

A gorge of unyielding light

Succumbs to the thief, the knave

And the priest

Rocking to bed in the sand.

 

Outshone the day on the fifth month of May

Glittering, raked in two.

Prometheus sat, with a ball

And a bat.

Unconcerned with a teetering loom.

 

Forgone the day in the bright month of May

Insomnia razed like a tomb.

For intwined in his eye

Caught its slithering sigh

Sly  Leviathan he kindly slew.

 

Rocked up dread lay in his forehead

The song of accordion hue.

Impromptu relief

Defied his belief

Committing his soul to a queue.