Fairies' Lamp Poem by Ebi Robert

While winds knoweth that 'tis honey's scent that blows
That 'tis come maladies of coming commerce lows.
Swinging trade of ding dong tick tack spark
Say, sunny grey, wing-wong tick tack spark.

If there are lights fierce like wolves' pack
Say, plagued fing-fang, ding dong spark.
Sparrows are soaring, snoring higher,
Fairies are flying, fleeing higher.
Will lighted soil cursing sparrow's tooth stand the shine?
On beam thereon, escaped flash flashing wine?

Promised trended smoked river
Servile views are well, to shiver
But this servant is an illiterate to the stars
‘Tis a loyal folk of two iris-stars

Art thou only for marriage afresh?
Bequeath'd these solving eyes to prophecy, fresh?
Deceived every wit of thine eyes,
For thy Holy ‘sun' sees butterfly.

Stay in razed vision with much bravery,
Brave enough to book the glowed mats
Hah Han! pop those brightened paths
Dropping sins faced with ousted oaths.
That wing-wong shall not dictate, though the host.

Bellyful belted buds are chary to scent
Mournfully muffed in their own clan,
Excellent, warming fully for the rent,
Yet muffed in their own pointed plan

Wimbled foolery dies for death.
Thereby sundry air smoking brazes wealth.
Clays are used in building of the sun,
But dusk debunked pages of the fun.

Native dalliance pearls I to fear.
Thou may amaze amazing decrement
Amongst these tips of fueled veto meant.
Amongst speeding pearl pearling clear.

Bear, or teach them how to bear,
Gem-stones are bad for battle to battle.
They can't buff to beat the battle
They are dull, but not now near.

The creature's secrets to lamp, they lie
Wing-wong wisp, they fall, they die.
Governed clouds are so beauty by,
O' kill me or let me to die.

If stealing shall steal both scent and lamp
Though far from moon's morning mark
Let's call it light or light the dark…
Let them light my beauty fairies' lamp…