Pathos
Stellar shadows,
Bellicosely haunting
Along the archaic slopes
Of ignominy's subtle putrefaction
Ensconce the night's precious calm,
In folds of feathered motion
Whirling to despondency
Amidst a ghostly wind
Fashioned of angry volatility
As seen gratifyingly fit
To the specifications
Of parlousness,
They spurn unsympathetically
At the option
Of reconsideration,
And continue on
In their rapid descent
Upon the skillfulness
Withering within the decline
Of a worthless fabrication
As to devour the dawn
Found rising to accost
The veracious degeneration
Of authentic artistic behavior.
