TRIPLE TROUBLE

Doubled destiny dared to delight

the troubled tinman twice today,

before brutal buttercups brushed

my monotonous, morning memory.

Northern nightlights, near to nothing,

feature flowing, feathered frills on

the land where we wearily walked

until the use uttered under utopia.

It illuminated illustrious ideas,

regarding regaling royals alone,

of other ornaments on ordinary orbs,

where bloody, bright brigades burned.