Hellgate Treaty
ike the Montana wind I am electrify wind among a carrier
Set one free heat of night glory of a town broken through a
Solid wood of
TONIGHT
Pressure there is none hope last the heat among village run
Include not delude a capture of a vision hereto to brilliant
It like eyes that shine after so long the glory venture the lights
EYES
That bright meant for distance what do eyes tell of a journey
I ask the old man he speak not tone but fling of cane
Hill hill it went want more then answer
Then the pounding of the house
And when he left the cane the winds
BLEW
And I took from mean a test had from
I might not be full blood
But thousand mile march I can see the strive
HOWL!
Tonight Eyes Blew Howl
What was the clue.
Copyright © Louis Borgo | Year Posted 2017
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