My Blazon Concubine

My braun exalts the world as I stand, and I walk my heading rampant since I’d been, a finding posture among hunchbacks whom stare openly, this black sheep whom I give a name.
There the stars in mine eyes meet said numerous glare, pondering envy and slashing fare. Thence I ensue…walking betwixt a saturated line, wreathed in social guises whence aggrieving me hence I rise above it, this transparent brine I cannot taste hath seasoned all, but not I.
Beneath a weary God perhaps I am better or simply stated, as not of a kind amongst my peers and mine some greater mission. Thus making my differences and shared alienation my new willingness, and should that be it, where my passion cast a well of discovery over this world, so it is also my allegiance.

Hitherto my transcendence lasts a day anon a restless infinity, and by said days end I entrust my eyes to claim my victory, where dreams await over the hill in my Otherworld, overwhelming whence I’m awake having lasted nightly this fulfilled inspiration thence I sleep…growing my intuition and an untoward imagination, my blazon concubine.