Water Jaws Aflame

I have stepped from the rolling chaplain
when summer night has stolen my candle
To pursue the wallosile one cannot hesitate
I hope like a merry cold nosed ape

Along a path no tended mind would take
only in the sea with fire burning snake
Water swinging snapping jaws
Bright, vivid, shining in a tooth deap heart
of a twitching squirrel tail half tepid
I have stepped into the rolling sea
and let my running guide me extraordinarily!
Wallosile fur drenched soon to sink
my own slick otter skin glowing rosily, and
I head an underwater hard thrumping,
this path has the appealing dip, less ear starving