The Night's Song

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He war his arms close,

But in his heart craved piece,

I waved my arms at hymn,

To show we could meat.

I kneaded him to no,

That we could make it reel,

Buy our words he might sea,

The weigh that we both feel.

The heir that we both breathe,

The children that we raze,

We halve this in common,

As we too spend hour daze.

The son's above the sealing,

Though sometimes we loose cite,

Of what we all hold deer,

And choose instead the knight.

So I'll give you my ascent,

In song with voices horse,

The cede of truth be planted,

And grow within your corps.

To quiet all the violins,

That you have maid your dew,

A reign for all your mourning, 

When winds through skies are blew.

The spirit settles on us,

That we may go in piece,

And prey to one that's holy, 

For those who fall on knees.