O, ye the bright sky summon thee
Before the crimson light forsake n
With the numb cloud morosely still
So does the teardrop– warmish will
Lightening’ a little or with a pi

Now, have you seen?
The black mane of a dark horse
As it slithers and kiss the marble
Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an
On a starry night whispers its oat

I see fairness in death than man,
as death will show honesty to take
by gender, race, sexuality or rich
and he would ponder to hide
when life is so unfaithful to man

Today is never as lifeless like da
Was meant to be; the woods are idl
And birds pestering a harmless tre
And the squirrels knitting fiercel
And different people walking throu

A very good piece does not
Wake up In just one rainy day
Or perhaps a sunny day 
If there are no luck, a very good
Might not even rise at all.

How will thine love as handful,
is it as hate would make a flare?
Heart would be burned into dark as
But some will bare to inhale
The smell.

Never forget
To
Do
Your own
Thing

A destiny must do nothing but wand
In doubt of ones approval and jot,
All that one as done and most of
What one are yet to do;
And surely stride will be exposed

Deception is a great feeling for
Those who it pleases to lie;
But truth is sacred and the
Continual of all lies.

The moon should be
Cautious of us
Because one day we will
Be looking Down to her
And She shall pledge to us