Of 3 angels and the loss of 3 wings

The like of time scape
Of yore hats and speed obituary
3  maidens of latter space
will bell the maiden cat
All in all 9 galore.

Queen Brittle sheen no more
One down some to go
Hidden graves
Mossy grass
Tell us true where u lay.

Screen what you showed
Seems a faint of glow
And my dark dream a lie
And the princess glow
Again.

Then if not the
Bee beware
Then next is the honey comb
Of bees
Sweet bliss for ever.

as if poetry is all lie