NaPoWriMo Day-2

Far across the length of sight,

Lies the multivagant sense of fright,

Intoxicated, rejuvenated,

The vernality musitated

Afraid of being defunct 

For when the end sets about,

With trumpets and feasts

And the triumph rains 

From the multiscious heavens,

The seasons befriend 

The soil, the soul of the place,

Yet far away from the human race,

To kiddle the chrysography-like glisk 

That agatewards in the tranquil mist. 

~ Sasa