Might Poem by Alafe Ramat

Do you have to make true your wishes with the false tales of witches? you never can tell when the highest pitch of your pleas might go on leaching, braced and fetched yet with the roaring lashes, you do but need to take some chances, with a silent hope that might come just in time to watch your bravery, a high price atimes we pay for denying a strong feeling burning wickedly in us, and it patched roofs never strong enough to silent the sinking rain, a sweet call might touch our heart, singing ever so quietly to take on this solemn ride, but off we might just loose the track of time, and to a sake we pass the refuge of today, on the soft cushion of my taughts, i kept muttering my might and nights alone, nothing is as bad as uncertainty, it makes the soul disappear, vanishing into a the solemn gaze of might!