Doors done...
Locks secure...
Ask about itself, hung...
When the sound of the wind is pure...

Blue blazes
What time do we have to knock?
A mortal coil understands it's cravings
With tales to kiss, is shame to mock?

Purpose known
When one step in the dark
Is like integrity creative, come to own
The stir of rebellion, in the sakes we hark

Long times without couth
Adding a challenger's stare
Yearning in misery's toward way, youth
Is a savior's glare...

Given the time, the wind disagrees
Poise and hiatus, slender and meant
When precisely a word, between you and me
Isn't a door on justice, a work to lament?