Tasteful muses are ornaments of the relics,
Grace has a divine power over those with decorations,
Pictures reign supreme with harmonious pasts.
The exquisite grandness of this day is offered
The horses broke into a gallop, swearing,
Shuffling like cards in a puzzle, swearing loudly;
Being like-minded fellows, a word was drawn
In dwarf’s rungs, feeding the frenzy of youth,
All four had made similarities for the future,
All four made arts out of sciences,
Their students charmed with the crudest ideas.
They began to hatch a plot,
Galloping creatures succumbed
To our stares as they rained down
Like bullets, picking up all the coins.
The bridge swayed though the dignity ran past,
For there was no hand or arm of rests and paste,
Keeping names of sweetness, bravery of sweat.
One cries out taking up a musical rhythm,
Strong and sturdy are the decrepit,
Ugly and coarse are the seas of old manners;
One human defuses a bomb for everyone,
Yet the realities of rods swallows our food.
The gate is walking, the gates are running
Forwards and backwards just to enlighten,
Just so that souls enter the dragons of eggs,
These eggs will be everlasting, so solid due to age.
The religious path winds in a precious way.
On it a simple gear has been proud.
If everyone masters the joys of attributes
We coast around like a shark for the waters
I sat perplexed on the candle at the stable table,
To sit beside this was to push me through the door.
I ran tip-toe in the doorway with such meddling
And pushed him also through the door.