To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane
A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind
And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee.