Running Away

Shade upon thy glorious night,
Thou art a punishment approved by
Death be it, a famous tale,
And ask thou for a famous gale,
A wind so strong
Destruction a flare,
And become a world,
Beyond repair.

Starlight flare and shine
To be coming,
And from that she’ll keep
On running,
Thou art fame, death be she,
Moon shine comes and
She will flee.

Again to be,
Who thou can not deceive,
A workshop where we all
Shall see.
And all shall be.

Boneata Bell


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