The winds doth mystic sound,striking walls of my empty cresset,taming the Night behest quite and stunning,
I am afraid of shadows in the full Moon,it escape my existence though reflecting her so far that I can't find myself around,
In the wilder realms of my insufficient self,I swore to patch up for the rest of my falls,
Its was bargaining oblige for prestigious ode,
She worded my den ,be her eyes so far,
I agreed as in living like a star,
For every time she smiles my Destiny,
I ll fancy her eyes with the wounds I ve got,
In the mighty folds of her plural starves,
What's worth saving ?? Me or the reason I fell for .. !
