A Dark Night In The City

A blanket to warm the bitter chill of the grave insight is you!!

Hold the hand of what knows true,

the venture is the quest,

too journey a land.

The deck of cards dealt the day,

the date becomes a tray,

the path of rubble is only doubled.

Take heed not hate,

make a way,

train!!

Preparation not deprecation,

for you invited by the Knighted,

a fight and not a plea.

The Lord of Must,

is Just a Bust,

a way to set the noose.

By taking from

stolen mean,

the footage was the Sum!!

The World Review,

judges too.

The Shows are Seen as Done,

the Volume loud,

much like "The Crowd,"

the Singer hears the Cheer.

So onward, forward,

plays recorder,

the music talks of mere.

The purpose reasoned,

amplifier knows,

that the Tune is Toned.