Tattered Tatted and Tired

You tore away at the night

Purposely shedding Glory

In spite of my Epic Rite

We knew each other some tyme in the Glory of Above

How  the world has changed\ no body seeks such love

Charred wings and lungs

Always on the move

I am like a thwarting house vine

You knew you had to prune

Cameo and daunting teasers

You headed into the Mountains

While they viewed me all seasons

Always watching angerly from afar

My plight to win this sad terrible war you soul did tear

Beaten Bruised Battle Scarred

We both penetrated souls near and afar

Made them take notice  

The alarms did sound that cold Saturday

When the Warrior Angel came to take claim

There would be no mercy or mistake in him name

~~~~~~tired