We Must Follow The Old

Ancestral Voices Prophesying War.

The History Of All The World Tells Us That Immoral Means Will Ever Intercept Good Ends.

Ah Why Refuse The Blameless Bliss? Can Danger Lurk Within A Kiss?

My Eyes Make Pictures When They Are Shut.

Trochee Trips From Long To Short; From Long To Long In Solemn Sort Slow Spondee Stalks.