All beauty can die eventually
facing glory, hate, introspection,
jesting, killing, loving,
making nothing of pain's
quick return -
so time unwinds vicious whirls,
exceding youthful zeal.
As birds circle down, evening falls,
gather harvests in, jealously knowing
long much needed oblivion
pours quicksilver rue,
swords twist under
exterminating years, zeros.
This poem uses the order of letters in the alphabet for the first letter of each word (and it cheats on the letter 'x').