Voyage Of Day Poem by Louis Borgo

I feel the shadow of the ashes from the most deepest sparkle,
Dam a will dam a fog eastern it come,
Swallow the pit bit of a nail nights out,

Lord of the mountain fare of a will,
Dam a will dam a fog eastern it come,
Distance of a cousin forbidden it is sin,

Louder the thunder down come a throne,
Words look folk and pitch I could tell all to well words,
From suggest can bow a heel,

Dam a will dam a fog eastern it comer,
Rain of might torn from the sky heaven forbidden sin out sin,
I all ask may tell a tell of tell my dear.