wyrd in a circle of sun ink - sparts?????

i like the start but the rest is confoozling what is it to do with

"What meadow is not left unshod?
To dour god and flouring moods
With freckles and long auburn hair
Where banshee heckles in the air
Speckled with dire urchin broods"

does that actually mean something!

i dont get this is it just rubbish?

"Old rotten tin bell time
You chime and call out sublime
Through the ancient tinder blood
That I should and heaven would
Bless and yet decline and remain
Without haste or word malign"

what are you saying here!

*x*
Pel :()----------?

p.s. sorry but you spelt weird wrong .*)