Temple Poem by Ander Greigon

What before is ever after;
Slean and sline to ready a maker;
Pick up a showry teller;
The suns of gold ifer;

To lend a single aspouse;
Itemns and color relise;
Basalt and rythm and vibes;
The show and riggle and ties;

To begin is the hour...
Aknight defy the sangler
Rist and hopes a fire
Bellige and sell redeemer

The games were common beneath..
Tries and understand
Wise and lever lands
Told and grand

So.. I must agree
Seem to far mite
Read and the kind of tight
Rise and rise.