Entelechy of leaves’ envisions emerges as east side’s shadow-etching.

Exquisite empress, exempt from any exequatur for eroticism, entices easily.

Shadows in silence may scare, but not lit silhouettes summoned from a zampogna’s blare.

Snowgnome’s memory lies in sunny days yet to come, so, for now, unmelting presence stands stacked as a repast to spheres and globes yet to be lobbed and dribbled.

Well, why do not you pause for a breath and, then, let us see if those fingers can play up to the standards relayed by your fanfaronade.

Oh, and please be sure to know that if your piece does not impress, these buffed boots shall rebuff your fail along with a scowl and an annoyed harrumph.

Furthermore, trying on some self-depreciation for size might benefit you as it likely would come across as charming for both self and song.

Wowsers! That was quite the humdinger! I hope that melody, in my ears, will linger! Still, though that was quite the feat, my amore needs more: massage my feet. ; )