Adventure

OP OSSIBLE and Probable,
Fell jailors of my mind,
I had a way of leaping once
And leaving you behind.

I had a way of soaring once
Off in a maze of blue,
Tempting Unbelievable
Until it happened true.

But now they've taken Beautiful
And measured her a gown.
Beautiful, my Beautiful,
Come, storm through the town

Naked on a smoking steed
While I cry your name
And old cringing Credible
Dies of rage and shame!
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