Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Now Who's Prolific ?



Now Who's Prolific ?



Night chills,
Devils waiting for me.
Catch me loitering in here,
Oh no, not me, not I.

Racing to the finale,
Glory showered forever upon.
Angels singing for me,
And everything being done,
Oh yes, 'tis me, 'tis I.

The greater end,
Of a vast black sea,
Is where we are I see,
And it means everything to me.
Being grander than a Duke to be,
A soldier of fortune running free....