Tones Under Your Mat Poem by Engin Kavrak

Dream a decoy fear
Trinkets are aloud in tear
Echoes around aloud mean
My hook bloddy grab
My teen sloppy flank
As soon as the thunder moan
I shall wake up and roan
My ghost in half plane
Beyond to get rich in full
Of the streets in dustly dull
Roll me a dream again you can

Of my coats under teal
Away from my father's zeal
Flay skins of cowly real
Bleeds beyond my howly tear
Around aloud in souring near
And sight to see the beckoning gray
Fends in night of an approach
Straight in horror what backed is blocked
What said in horror dropped
Pan as a gray thunder flood
Mean sear of a gaze in hunger
Mad mire of lush swampy dire
As swampy as rainy blue
Of a new sun rise through
Rays in blue and tires me anew
Thus meanwhile as I stumble
Upon the very undertaken path
My side mind whimfully whispers
Of my new paradise tinkers
Of my new dense light in fuse
Brilliance to rely on you again
In three dazing fear of your cry
Touching you to realise
Of what had been through you
What fate had been reused you
What fire relure you