The Final Say

What is this questionable fortress
of solitude and solemn facial lines?
A meek mouse might have difficulty with boldness,
but a fierce wave has overthrown the normal signs.

That cacophony slamming against the wooded bade
makes me cringe in humbled way.
The tears doth flow, doth cascade;
and the understanding of total perception is now a cliche.

The rhythmic patterns of two to one
are rather confusing,
but I'll try my best to see it done
and I can only promise you my best.

I hope that's good enough.