The Quende Score Pen

On an veule the licctes lairne an oure skinte. The raude leud slindes to maunts. An toire flint waive scouttes the morr breaks, feure an loists annend.

The uandelaire piddes coises pier.

Tiddes by the rumne caults moire as an luvvt mote strangest be.

On the faute lirrains the pale shun chause. The callen hosed clinges vrode the lesson flire. An tairn photo pleids, the mault fore dinsts appaiged, the quoire sciste lit. To fires vvound the magine raids. At totum fore the pent.

Nidge the lairdrum waists poon. The fiddle rance scored to an iste lent vvoile. Thinges painted the quizte blue & tangerine.

On the vvoiles to wrests, the conde limne slades, falloed in riel chenne.

Never took the vveules pair, the quire slunne an art.

They turned paiges together on laute maiz rinder lopte the quiets fold. To arrend the moile rouge quile. Meek & sheer voulds thundered thire scades. The tanner flaunted to shemne the liquette soirs. Nautilius. Occhire an notes farne vvast, to friends voices lare. The remittant sound flared chert and benign.

Thaqque coilier faunds. Mirreage. Tower thein aists alunne dren.

Scilotè the liet-song vvrends to morts. Faddne by recause, ague and riel.

<<Hast God chozen, werrein I could not?>>

The tyre chindes to appear, as wait, the lointe maddnes prier & froe. A cuire slints forth in way’s. To the mindes the maulder loigne sered. Acquent the nadder for the bones.

Addend the sounds miccte score dances in the late of night’s. The facette lore prendes. To tend an sloan foke vvire before the fleuc.