Haste Of Time Poem by Louis Borgo

If night bends and wind howls,

If lack of complex hold true of night chill,

what haste breath into the night shadow scratch skies,

Break of night tear if joy reign for year ring on,

If the moon is to shine is it not void to ask,

What the other half is predominantly dueing,

Like a bout of fight what brings ego to clash with titans,

What leaves pain, torment, hate if one will it to take,

Pound to pound to name a champ,

Break of night tear if joy reign for year ring on,

If a ball had a string and cat and mouse was the came,

How does the mouse fin to victory to champ the cat is it,

Pure will or in fact desire,

What is it the odds when odds are against one sacred heart,

Pure of insanity.