A tank full of melody
Washed ashore by a fallacy 
In a valid discrepancy 
It wasn't meant to be free. 

The rubrics at play 
Tore down whatever they deigned 
Into a cacophony of colours 
They burst into melodious flowers. 

Tightening the tones 
They made sure to harp to the bones 
Clinching through the bend 
They found themselves in the end.   

A lesson much due 
In the quest of being true
Rather than winning everyone
Find ways to win you.