Eloquent Whispers

Merrily merrily merrily

Swings the bell

To the soul depth

Enclaving the mystic

Jejune of parochial

Disillusioned malady

The solace of emptiness

Felt in the soak

Of deep liquor

The eloquent whispers

Of time and romance

Ailing the bones to rottenness

The eyes to sultry

Carved imp sight

The eloquent whispers

Of a thousand soul

In one body

Tears reason to madness

Every pore speaks

In distinct loudness

The eloquent whispers

Of my heart

Blazes torrid

Beyond volcanic larva

Or hurricane epicenter

Ending all feud

Of doubt and mistrust

This whispers makes me

Yours in everything

I hope to become.

By Minstrel

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