Forte

Strike the teeth of the mouth that sings so sweet,
Gaps so black and sharp.
A word first sung from recreation between the sheets,
Sung from upon a scarp.
Upon this grin of scarps the siren sings,
Of your heroic past.
The scream of past will last until ears ring,
Swine will retreat to mast.
So re consume this loud attracting sound,
Break free of your ties.
Strike the teeth until scarp is mound,
and enjoy this very reprise.

 

I love it, it is for some reason uplifting to me.