What is the modality of life?
Is it essence, is it virtue, is it fate?
A humbling to which I may relate or a foreign steer, an epic thrawl of "little voices don't belong here"
If so then I propose it should be rewrote.
Out of suffering comes disposition, discourse.
Princesses are adorned with jewels and warriors scars.
The label however; I bethrall.
Innumerable at best is the height to which wisdom attests.