Ex-posers; imp-loaders and Deep-Coda's

(Homage to TealSwan of YouTube)

Expo "ze" the "mee"-- May I pRay some wiseman say,

the Day falling asleep Imp-lying down the stairs

of Heaven, staring the silver-plying Mooned

on the wooden stone; the deep-Coda of riffs.

Ruffian on the trickstar Street -- retreating for the 

explicit deficit and conceat zealing zealoths,

creeding needs pedigry -- thus I prodigy Apogees,

to Apologet-X the i spot finds the Bounty!

Come to my Dark side, fairy Princess -- lets play.

I befriedn in need, to redeem my fiends intel,

in heeding the warning signs of Silence and Despair!

My shadows greenhoused the thumbs up:

So bright was the Swansong, tealed on the dripping...

The 4th Wall --  instill the foggy Tempest warding spill.

"Let her pass -- may the roads raise cobbled stones!";

so warm and lush, mind the Snowdropsies...

The Easter bunnies mated with Vizzerdrix and *nodged out*

the White Horse came back alive, bowing down the Tesseract!

Even the Storm was quelled and the sprunes Springsteened

away from Falls and Winters, giving Summer's Way...

Ex-posing the Imp-loads for Coda's deep moat: 

Extacy incarnal, objective virtues infernal, Byron Eternal!

Zeitgeisting in a shell of unborn Suns-Moons Akashic Egg-plants; 

who wish to account your starlit skies and deserts cubes; ladders; horses.