For amy fight*

You and I,
Into the good night -
Wrought by bleak
And scattered by twinkle -
We won't go gently.

Gazing the pink
Leaping the blue
Painting the sky
A thousand hues -
We won't go gently.

Screaming the fat
******* the know
Clothing the brown
And clotting the snow -
We won't go gently.

We, winding the tunnel,
Pinking the red,
You, look out below
As we're coming up dead -
We won't go gently.

So you guard the keys,
key the louse
And watch these hues
That guide our house -
We won't go gently.

We bleed this city
Pink and blue
And skip to these twinkles
And wrinkle our Lous -
We don't go gently.