The Night Watch
The beauty of the intention
The intention of the beauty howls the moon
Night vision capture understanding love fine nights of glory
To view the angle that is suggest all eyes
For the wont of the pleasure the cooling of flesh what is of man
Cooler the weather tanning it of the mirror is frost or nearly weather what cold
Dutch of the golden age like all fine thing art is one of the finest
To pick a press of press of pressure let horn wound the belly
Kiss the temps of the star and let the heaven rein the night
Eyes of glory hats of a dean night of warm cherry pleasure the desire
Dutch of the golden age like all fine thing art is one of the finest
For the creed hast among the blind all is seen and sawed
Behind blinds eyes and coaled of the wood desperation and lies wake the wolves
Howl at night bend of time mortality right sawed out
Behind all capture and wording is truth meaning.
Copyright © Louis Borgo | Year Posted 2016
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