Longing at the wuthering isle of solitude
Gleaning the halycon days of youth
With lucid dreams and relishing Sprite
A mind free and vivid
Unflapping and steadfast
Debunking all the prejudistic redences
To thwart the leeriness and egoes
Spruning the quandries
To vie for the destituted souls
Willing to prevail against
The detrimental world
To be a dauntless hero in the hearts
Laying behind the antiquated Iron palisade
Rotten with age
Pondering the vanity
In the murky foyer of mind
Dipped in redolence
Of the Lost yet amaranthine ,heroic spring