His Spirit

Those mesmerizing eyes purifying my soul And the captivating deportment making alive, Every fibre of my being; rendering to fight And those gestures muddling one's brain. His spirit reconciling other's wraith while own condemnation rattling my belief, reckoning my past and fate, towing from the fate, dashing from the past, Hindering in the cage of my soul. My whimpering soul being protected by a ratifying being, Still can't believe the mircalous eve; to be taken or undertaken by the gleam Still can't believe.