Noctis

The kindness of poetry is still in sight The scheme of rhyming goes beyond rhyming As is the war days shown thru the mine of eyes never more distorted o'er nights skill Still a stream never rises over yonder the hill For the stars subsume death as so grief when do lingers by strife Think never hate, for by me our timing strings and puts forth bear no two ever survive the darkest hour of one's count Nor will the scout ever guise himself within I's line But this poet must watch o'er the years as thy's locus was deemed most unkind For tis verse lays void and serene The suns out, age of muse has arisen and dawn foresees of it's awakening Peace peers thru the minds as those who leads abroad from ones who fell into the dim...