Only Four Out Of All Of Them

An earnest lie
A dazzling bye
Temper is a spice for the sea
While the sword is a bridge for those who flee

Fabulous one
A healing sun
Friends are barels that hold a barm
their emptiness is filled with clouds so warm.

Distinguished son
Aggressive sun
Rooms are the hollow darkness
fetching a secret that skies warm-ness.

Harmonious court
A calming sport.
The number four is another beginning,
the number one is a form of ending.

Ruddapoet