The Elder's Rolling Cadence

Tongue tying titans trickled truths to trip the frenulum
Some have come and gone though I was glad to be a friend to them
A legendary level of skill, every noun was notable, every verse was a quotable,
We'd trek to the Tributary tributary and drink the strength in their words like potent potables

"Granddaddy, can you tell me a bedtime story?"
"About the trolls and their vain pursuit for glory?
How you vanquished them all with a flick of your hand,
created harmony among the masses then left us your land!

Running along in the slo motion potion of brilliance...
Bringing the best of our scaved through resilience...
And the water that breeds the dirty dozen seeds...
Allows us to breeze through the deepest souls of kings I can hear these walls as they start to talk...
I click on your profile and my thoughts gets lost...
In the subliminal far from minimal mind of a genuis...
Hundres attracted to the talent you've enacted...
Can't get enough of the skills you intrust to greet us...
Embrace the binding laden with dust and charcoal from the depths of Hell
Once cracked, flow and fact intertwine, a fine wine drawn in a smear of pastel
Screaming pages depicting detainment, shaking the bars of cages, location latent  
From the belly of the “The Least” a churning of burning hatred
The unbroken choking, inhaling smoke from a fallen torch of smoldered indignation
Those murderous cries and thunderous skies serve as The Elder’s Rolling Cadence