The Pawn Folly

Sand-like cliffs reaching up as towers thier sole purpose, but to measure hours, feels a though I'm stuck in a cage resulting in more visitations with rage; There's not enough drink to fade it away and too much left to quit it, today. A good woman could help me put it down but, there doesn't seem to be any of them, around. Gravity's pulling just as hard as she'd might and, the extra pull, has brought upon us, the night; and, just as noon can coerce the dew to fade night got real lucky, bartering for trade; for day's sky and night's sky yearned for folly to be each dimension's signature for eternity; pawn folly was divided into both these domains giving birth to split issues, and more difficult planes. But, on l keep trudging, as on l must go who'll win in the long-run, believe l'll never know, l've donned my best hat and, my only warm cloak but it's hard to realize that I'm the butt of the joke!