The shiny calciform crystal shrine

Crimson felt blue and jumped off the ciffs of Dover and landed in a field of clover and sank but swam to the watery grave of doggerland where whowas waiting but a basset hound retreiver mix named rover who rescued them and put back together the peices like Humpty Dumpty sealed and delivered to the lady of the lake whom granted Excalibur to a penned dragon who would weild its mighty blade,and created a table round whos occupants belonged to a small sphere who fought along his side under the crest of a lion hearted fellow among the nights who sat their fair and equal was one dubbed sir Lancelot who was destined for all things that glittered like the eyes of Gwenivereand the blood stained blade of his long sword made serrated from so many once mores' into the breach along side those knights and king Arthur to whom the fair lady had been betrothed the flea that sucks within your skull and eats into your brain and feasts upon your blue blood until full the one you cannot scatch for the days would become dull like his sword that had not been pulled from a stone to bestow a measly squire to the throne but whos' blade was made serrated and stained red from the fields of war in which not only its thirst for blood was quenched but the longing for love, distilled in the heart of a man who had seen and persevered through most things and was ready for true loves first kiss no matter the sacrifice like Achilles cupid had a score to settle that was beyond high carbon steel and like Helen of Troy fair Gwenivere had been destined to play a Trojan horse to settle the sands of time and fulfill her dark fate and happily so for cupid does not miss nor the bliss he bestows, cruel as the fate from his bow whos' arrow was also stained deep purple as amethyst worthy of royalty and to those seen fit to know a love so true and wicked that he never missed his mark. So it mote be, like the throne was robbed from the principality tis gone with the wind and with Tuesday and with next Wednesday and the one after that with all the early shades of grey and grim goes to show the morbid glow of the diamond like shine of a hollow covered in a glittery shrouded moonlighted morning of ice crystals that reflect cold sunlight and shine with a menacing cold sucked and welled forth from the ground below and surrounding Muskego and lake that plays home to the beavers and all who creep lowly in the surrounding meadowy irridescent shine she made come forth and twinkle below her as the heavenly dance shows its most recent choreography that procession must bestow. The thrice great knows all that glitters above is surely relected in the fields diamonds that have blanketed a field and meadow and anything holding O2 between me and you oh scene so bright in the thrilling and hungry shrill and brisk morning light, O how it does glow and sparkle with light no one knows but me and the sunlight so cold reflected off the moon with it pale blue this morning should be known to me and me alone just as what is in a name or a throne or some crown jewels the sight of such a ghostly and serene a scene that resonates with such truth as its light hits my eyes it reminds me that as I might stand here alone the only one to see for the short moment that the crystalline formation goes on for what distance temperature and moisture allow some I know uncle Nicolais' smile it shines through the etheric magnificence this lake this dam and this sparkly bright scene shows but I and I alone to know that surely something is on my side as time and heavenly procession does shine so bright before me this day if only January by my side surely it is enough and so much more this heaven bestowed coronations' glow that will never leave me and can only be known this somewhere in time that only I may know or remember such with its shattering vacuum glow.