Ancient Breezes Of Innocence. Poem by Michael Gale

Ah yes-Ancient breezes of innocence...
That comes it's course to freeze us fright.

All through the darkened dreary night...
Until, dawn's first light.

Beyond the grave of deathly might...
Beyond all help of precaution ed hindsight.

Recouped flexes of the naught ed sigh...
Horror's shock of heightened by.

Regress the say, the bright lit day...
Among the dead, long freed from the ligament 'I say'.

Reapprochement of sacrificed beings tonight...
Storms lightening roared too bright.

Darkest cries of the shrieking din...
Brings about to all the festering sin.

The sad and forlorn empty house of ushered silences
Of the ego's and ids....
Faltered hearts do unto thy miserable bids.