Eschaton D'amour they call it

Hitherto, poetry was for all things perfect and picturesque
Like the coveted clouds, majestic mountains and streams of endless deluge
And of course,ardour for all romance and concupiscence
Sad to say, the inundation was for all things perfect and picturesque
a mish mash of delusion
so shall be the conclusion

drummed at 2:19 PM;