Run to Atonement

What's hewn in stone was removed and stolen,
the tombs of shoulders Azul in focus.

Once moons remold us exhumed in bones of,
some knew the moments confused below dust.

Luck looted ocean's sun hue as golden,
dusk drew a donor blood blue from ozone.

Of spoon and soldier runs wounds of closure,
cut through to open trust due as spoken.

Such roots are lonesome from Cupid's coldest,
unto enrollment some student showman.

Much full of hocus love fools betrothment,
comes duels of jokers spun lucid omen.

Construed condonement colludes controllers,
concluded culture commutes commotion.

A view resulted from noose and vulture,
from youth to oldest run to Atonement.