The night held charms from which he drew
from the night he drew
from his lips he blew
upon the exceptional possesion
he smashed the beauties cradle
and held it in his arms
and so took flight
within the night
beauty in his arms
Frowned and yawned the father
the mother cried and moaned
deaf ears were the reception
the crib was empty still and warm

times is your thief....
(under construction)