It is whining in the air, in daring thought
The bard shall sing of music that is strange.
I believe in the thinkers who passed away
From the region in time, and returned to heights
I have a certain light, in me is a light,
That spoke often enough in the day
And dived into the night to be a defiance.
I had a dream of nights and their issues
Eyes may cry on eve of winner’s day,
But ears will also melt from the sunny way.
My pets shall deliver a tear of regret,
Me and my animals, they’re such good friends.
It attaches itself, not the wrong way
But a single tactic is employed
That is most simple,
A real good ploy to attach.
A life has defined another life
To call definite systems
And deprive the beggars
Of single letters, the words that tell
To trivially plod through the snow
I carry on with the mud, the appalling fitness
Is against me, as I submerge my feet in the cold.
It is rainy now, too dangerous, and my stiff nose
Upon the mountain was steering animal of minor flesh,
It tasted of the forests, and plants were kingly and fresh.
Fixed and pained, these creatures leapt onto the moonscape,
Tilting the axis to risk the whole loving ritual, to reshape.
To make money please decide the question and answer;
Forming this requires patience, I dissolve like an ogre.
Towards a star that bled, I store the stones my mother owned
Which gracefully abide in my tongue, itself the one moaned.
The apex of my blade has a strength
That you despise at the back of your mind.
My bones shall be axed and shattered
By the grace I concentrate and show.