Words Which Rails Poem by Unic Cjonr

Tell the stories to the ones, in fairies they do believe, sound to the fallen swan - Sword your tongue, sheath your mouth, lips blackend with blisters - The rain will distort to a drought, before the final flood - The clouds will circle, gathering the forces of nature - Never to be the chain, bound to exotic, as we walk as creatures - Words which rails to the end of a tail, will be the storm - Versa to the vice of the forbidden gale, will burn peace, into the flames of the begining