The serenade

In the eyes of ruby a cornea of amethyst
The great silver ternacur
snaked along the rife
to be twenty-two you'd generate
In the other realm, the fluid cythars
and camelias sarabande along its neck
twisting the dices
twenty and one time, generate
To be twenty two and
a snake
I'd be ripe old at the side of ternacurs
in over sarabandes
Lightning up the skies
In a tint
of one
Loaster
, of one Loaster

a tint