Black verse in the knit of Silence two Doves nestle,
on the bough of the Ole Oak lead the quiet of a tree,
turning the Wind with a stay to Love the Day a Way!!
Treasured all while not I crawl,
for in the Flight of the Mid 'morrow sky,
a dark Cry from the stage afar distants.
Views of the blasting Moon to shapes of loom,
spooning the Maker to the shine of the brightest Star,
shown that a Sty is not the Eye rather peace by Designs!!
Trade mountain Reign sets gallant the bell from Clang,
a tightly found stance forwards the brown death dyed,
spoken with elegance not laid by pride.
Shall we term life to hammering force existence,
the Key Strokes wide strike to Clouds disappear,
so becomes the skip to the sentence on Earth.
Present a rafter bore the Shrike,
a Wine in the book of the word in Rite,
shed the baggage of Trunked in Bahut,
Cyte to preparations of training for Dawn.
