I fight
Hi Iris,
Things isn't lit,
Till I fix it with fights,
knitting victims hinds.
Writing which is right right,
With fights.
In this flight,
I bring thrills.
Inspiring minds within,
with light.
Sitting in this flight,
my hind bid fights.
Might is light in my sight,
Isn't it tight if might is sight?
I think my wits sticks rightly fit,
In sight; instilling might in light.
with this insight is why I fight.
If this within Iris stirs,
singing my fights in sins brim.
Flit him this bill chit,
will him my fighting spirits,
His wins will miss my instincts.
#EunoiaExpress
© DaCosta de Poet
Things isn't lit,
Till I fix it with fights,
knitting victims hinds.
Writing which is right right,
With fights.
In this flight,
I bring thrills.
Inspiring minds within,
with light.
Sitting in this flight,
my hind bid fights.
Might is light in my sight,
Isn't it tight if might is sight?
I think my wits sticks rightly fit,
In sight; instilling might in light.
with this insight is why I fight.
If this within Iris stirs,
singing my fights in sins brim.
Flit him this bill chit,
will him my fighting spirits,
His wins will miss my instincts.
#EunoiaExpress
© DaCosta de Poet