The Sinful Winds Poem by Matthew Fowler

I twas in the morrow grave on a midnight run.
As i did weap for a lost angel sent by thine sun.
To brighten all my life in broken truth.
That souls did reckon with my grief i did assume.

And onthis course did i feel prescene not the wind.
It twas Lucifer on a soul latent quest born of sin.
And he did that man that he could bore the latter.
And return the former glow, and repine the batter.

Through the river bore his eyes, he did see an angel sent.
To reclaim thine life, and send upon his soul, a hearts cement.
And twas the lighting strike that fateful night.
And a lost soul accepted evil borm in right

And shone so clearlt now the waking good.
That looking there, that goodness stood.
But remember to stray against thine wind.
And thou shall see thine sun again.