Analysis of The Sky Of Unconquerable Love.
If you asked me how tall was it; I would perhaps miserably stutter; faltering an umpteenth number of times; before I could even emanate an inconspicuous
whisper,
If you asked me how vivacious was it; I would perhaps stumble like ninepins on obdurate ground; ludicrously bedazzled by that extra tinge of somberly radiant
light,
If you asked me how fragrant was it; I would perhaps have to frantically rummage through the records of a several thousand years; and yet eventually find myself
enshrouded by dungeons of inexplicably horrendous blackness,
If you asked me how boisterous was it; I would perhaps have to furiously contemplate for hours immemorial; laboriously delving into the most inscrutably esoteric realms of my beleaguered mind,
If you asked me how piquant was it; I would perhaps gasp for fresh air literally relinquishing the last breath of my life; maniacally ripping apart my hair for an answer; that simply wasn't to be,
If you asked me how charismatic was it; I would perhaps nonchalantly stare into disgusting space for countless more births of mine; worthlessly dithering towards a horizon that irrefutably didn't have any end,
If you asked me how conspicuous was it; I would perhaps grope wildly in an entrenchment of insane dreariness; wholesomely obfuscated for direction in
the island of diabolical hell,
If you asked me how harmonious was it; I would perhaps incoherently dither on the footsteps of utter devastation; lunatically running a marathon in the ungainly wild; that would never end,
If you asked me how formidable was it; I would perhaps commence to miserably slither on the ghastly ground; ghastily metamorphosing every dream of my blissfully
ravishing sleep; into a perpetually gory nightmare,
If you asked me how phlegmatic was it; I would perhaps excoriate all my hair apart in bizarre frustration; lambasting my scalp till eternity; in quest of the most sagacious of answer,
If you asked me how vivacious was it; I would perhaps pathetically stagger towards obsolete wisps of lackadaisical nothingness; eventually landing into the menacing gutters of horrific starvation,
If you asked me how immaculate was it; I would perhaps nervously flutter under the morbidly sullen carpet of the penalizing night; almost getting mercilessly straddled in the graves of tyrannical discomfort,
If you asked me how redolent was it; I would perhaps insipidly crumble into a dustbin of infinitesimal ash; preposterously disappearing into oblivion; in trying
to salvage for the most veritable of solutions,
If you asked me how fast was it; I would perhaps abhorrently drift my neck in boundless directions; in the end collapsing like a pack of soggy cards; to coalesce
with maliciously vindictive soil,
If you asked me how turbulent was it; I would perhaps gnaw even the last strand of my nails in utter nonchalance; stare like an imperturbable idiot into the hostile depths of the unending well,
If you asked me how melodious was it; I would perhaps blast every sanctimonious sound in my throat to juxtapose with meaningless infinity; lecherously sinking deeper and deeper into cold blooded earth,
If you asked me how rhetoric was it; I would perhaps lugubriously slip even on the most formidably handsome of grounds; profusely bleeding in exasperated confusion even in the most brilliantly bestowing of sunlight,
If you asked me how euphoric was it; I would perhaps unsteadily waver in absolutely despondent submission; trouncing every shade of overwhelming jubilation with
despicable doom,
But if you asked me to execute it; then I would unequivocally unite the entire planet in its stupendously compassionate threads of priceless humanity; for it was none other than the garland of spell binding creation; the sky of unconquerable love.
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Metre | 1111111111011000101001110110111101010100 10 1111101011110110111100110001111011100100 1 11111101111011110001010011010101010100011 010110101001010 111111001111011110001011001000100010010110101110101 1111110111101111110000100011111110011111101101011 111110010111101101010101011101111110001001011101101 111110100111101110010101011001110100 010101001 111110100111101001001010111001011001000010111101 1111110001111010111000101010111100111100 100101001000101 11111010111101010111010010100101110100011011110 11111010111101010001001101101001000100010010100101010010 11111010011110110010100100101010100111010001000110100010 111111001111011100101010010011010010100010 11010110001010 11111111110111110100100010101011101101 101000101 111111001111011100111110101011111100010101100101 1111101001111011100010010111011100010011010010011101 1111110011110111101011000101101010001000101000110001011 11111010111101110001001001010100110100101 01001 1111111011110100010010100110100111001001111101010111001001111 |
Characters | 3,756 |
Words | 608 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1 |
Lines Amount | 27 |
Letters per line (avg) | 114 |
Words per line (avg) | 23 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 163 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 32 |
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