The skys pulls its curtains
To present its nightly beauty
Admired by many from the windows,
Door, carcked roofs and thin tarpoline sheets
As a light from the end dark tunnel

And i here by the bank
Of the river
That Reflects the beauty
With ripples from the strong wind
See the hope been wavering
Like the flower on the feild

I wait for the reaper
By the bank for another day
Sighting the moons Reflection
On the surface
Wavering with the...