Riddle XXXX

Please disenchant the crown...

     Bury every kilowatt of happiness born dying from tomorrow's womb timeline, A dead impact outlook on our sandcastling unique internalized shape of positivity, A harbinger continuous product of  plundering each other's hope, We're but energy necromancers unendingly forecasted to disenchant our surroundings of every grain of buoyancy fortunate to momentarily survive as optimism for tomorrow! A stamp of inadequate time we're vigilant to discover but never to describe, Present is what we open not a product of seconds of which we're willing to subscribe, Shallow on the shores of the tides our continuity landscape is but a selfish earth nerve rarely shamefully quakes moment from realizing everything was for naught if we never learned to mirror unto everyone reflect: Love

In lieu of,
Watching the oceans bleed