The Poem about Purity

Far from the
sound and fury,
Rings sounds of symphonies;
Joyous, Gay, Triumphant

For she
who comes to he
unbranded

For he who
is tainted not by
subperfelis of nonsense

For those
not tempted by the snakes
quick-feeted and clever

Far from signifying nothing,
Reigns the Kings and Queens
of untouched pastures
flowing with treasure