Oh night, I bid thee well.
For you always wait.
Never do you tell,
Nor judge my true fate.
Man is weak and frail,
But you hold power.
Magistrates do fail,
Under your great tower.
Does thee deserve praise?
For all those you catch?
They shall always raise,
Attempting to match.
A friend in me found,
Void of life and sound.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
Oh night, I bid thee well.
For you always wait.
Never do you tell,
Nor judge my true fate.
Man is weak and frail,
But you hold power.
Magistrates do fail,
Under your great tower.
Does thee deserve praise?
For all those you catch?
They shall always raise,
Attempting to match.
A friend in me found,
Void of life and sound.
