The woe of storms

Some storms seemed bleak blinded by the shade of repremandem
The winters were dense with the fauna of a new temperature
But the calous sense of dread never seased in the shade
And heaven never needed another everglade
As a mountain where I learned my lesson
And have metal to confess in
Down the glacier with a star
At a bar or in my car.
Used to have one of those then I try not to pick up a used cigarette
Or buy my dad a corvette
Surely one of those would fit
The vampire parafit
That comes to those as advice
To toss and turn the mice
Or to use a shield at bay of my mother's overjoyous
Vroom vroom boom boom baby...

Chromatism

Neumonisis...
If I found it in a hammer it would still be locked in a sword or a gourd.