Youth's For Prophets, Without Sin

As youths for prophets steer a course,
Towards our futures of remorse,
We forge a dauntless faith believed,
Inspired by deeds not yet bereaved,
And age which slows, and grows to show,
Wisdoms what we really sow.
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Sweet forsaken pagan dreams,
Of adolescent thoughts and schemes,
To live and love exalted themes,
Amongst our regal plans supreme,
And youthful looks desire esteem,
In deeds of destiny’s extreme.

And as all vanquished knaves and foes,
Repute our gloried portent flow,
Adroit in vigoured prowessed force,
Revered in skills enriched at source,
Our inspired hallowed statures growth,
Reflects our honoured noble birth.

As damsels look to see our vigour,
Admiring of our charms, and figure,
We seek for one true heart to honour,
Mindful romanced glance upon her,
Enjoined lives’ adventured quests,
In search of worshipped passions blessed.

Elysian sires and fortunes sign,
Shows all the futures in our prime,
As valiant our faith soars high,
Towards ascending stars in sky,
And rise ‘Oh Augured Paladin‘,
We’re born celestial, without sin.

But medieval age grows old,
Quixotic musings days retold,
By phantoms who from pasts emerge,
Reminding us of thoughts they purge,
While gazing back, our futures vision,
Appears amongst our child’s ambition.

See predestined futures cast,
Towards hereafters naïve past,
As destiny in fortunes grasp,
Erstwhile ambitions faith surpassed,
The sumptuous bounty nere to last,
Are livings rewards vanished fast.

We see achievements that were born,
From all the things that we have sown,
Immortal breathe our life’s obsession,
Silhouettes our final lesson,
Eternity by fleetings show,
That where we start is where we go.
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Experience begins the end,
Of understanding all we tend,
In medians that culminate,
Peripheries inaugurate,
In circled spirals that are bound,
To saviours, as our lives go round.

Before the past when life was cast