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 hop 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 dead heart
Of a twitching squirrel tail half tepid
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