Dactyls quake upon the hearth,
That waning, sustains no fire.
Only divvyed embers birthed,
By art’s want of bellow’s choir.
When come new principalities,
To refine a clockwork dawn,
Then ceded tar of venalities,
Are in ardent arcs redrawn.
Dactyls quake upon the hearth,
That waning, sustains no fire.
Only divvyed embers birthed,
By art’s want of bellow’s choir.
When come new principalities,
To refine a clockwork dawn,
Then ceded tar of venalities,
Are in ardent arcs redrawn.