The Body of the Ruler

The shrill extols the bell virtues
Brass on bulb on string
It's a special formulation
Made for the wandering king

Ring and fly from shadow to blaze
Filed from sharp to grayish haze
Into words the windows sink
From safely middled to shrouded brink

Introduce the fallow spittle
Repeated phrases crown
Sizzling favors cashed by riddle
On the social town 

Expect direction, go your way
As the work makes play
Coffee corners, bikes on quick
Fluttered leafy thick

More than sweat the soul will drip
Down the fragile mouth
Blundered footfalls monarch grip
Shaken north and south

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