New Teeth For And Old Saw

(One note or tone or homophone, all on its own, requiring neither rock nor stone, is all one needs to splinter, crack and shatter the of-glass built shacks and mansions which your passage passes. Pretty, fragile, crystalline, standing mute and useless with used-up time. 'Tis said toss not that rock while you're within but if you truly do in glass reside, then spin on heal and briskly stride quick-time until you're on such structure's outer and much saner side. To prevent repeat imprisonment inside of such a suicidal jail that but awaits some passing hail to aid what Pride remains to wash what witless wonders were beguiled to stay inside and die beneath a flail of hail, then a mass slash of slivers 'till at last the screams subside and naught but the thrum of rain a river raises, stained briefly with life's last remains, a flood to which some few fools lend their final gasps then die as liars, having pilfered one moment’s faux-heroic incarnadine.)