Insipid

Eyes  blurring insipid
The giant's  wakeful anger tossed over
Boisterous snary hopped
Strength of a sudden wave felt on dry shore
In heat -sore, plunging in weary beat
There are sights dozen to go by unnoticed
Worthy being unrewarded
Irrelevant takes the prize as if a trend goes up like the wind
Curious mind goes seeking all these to end up in a labyrinth
Fair made insolvent in the rising wave
Unwanted verbal declaration
Amazing path finders at any cost
We emerge often unarmed
In heedless beguilles
Caught unnecessarily in a plague or two
Weaver of troubles incomprehensible
Still in the making such profuse aspirations
unsound
The profit is his, but the making of trumpet -sound wouldn't be very nice.