Keep your little light on
He flees a fickle Titan
Of heat
and might
and deep creeping fights on
Heaped upon rights and
Steeped too long wrongs

With half breaths
and a fast head
He shall come doubting, red
And, in mounting your bed
He needs to see your light on
To keep the feeling of right from
Speaking to those bygones
That thieve a man's head's spread
Until it's devoid
Of a position, avoiding
Decision
on pointing
Wrong from right
To stop
To not, become sights of
Long nights of
Young despite
Or grave delight

And you warrant respite
And more deft addresses
Than torrents of best guesses
from some boring, left messes