God ,Time and headline

At which hour moon did toss in sky

with starts sprinkled high, 

i satteth beside the netted doth'r 

did accompany with drops of sorrow in eyes 

in urge to weepeth and sigheth. 

 but dareth a dropeth hath fallen outside!

Those pearls out th're,

and the king of night 

did convince me— i'm a hidden knight.  

 bowing the eyes i tackl'd the floor 

wh're city lighteth did reflect the ghosts. 

 some were talking, some were fleering, 

some were fighting, and none w're stopping. 

 and yet the w'rld is sleepy— walking !

Demons in the epics art way better 

than these 'night cannibals'. 

 nature gaveth girls teen to beareth ,

and anon coequal the world is adding to seeth

How stout females can beest! 

social media flourish praising h'r 

but the lady hast to seeth timeth 

before stepping out in the real w'rld.  

 those reflections maketh h'r sigheth, 

those people disable h'r to liveth a life. 

 being a wench is nev'r easy, 

soft heart'd wast eve and did hate wast lilith! 

Coequal god madeth a misprision, 

then how can humans beest p'rfect

in this w'rld so p'rfect. 

 aye! god is most wondrous 

—great people maketh most wondrous'r mistakes,

liketh John Hyatt !

Street lighteth did start to blinketh, 

ghosts w're being dark and dim; 

nay soft aroma i smell'd aft'r this ,

t wast 9, the didst horologe insist. 

 heavy sounds and nose biting deos

beganeth to expl're the vacant roads. 

 Mother then hath called me 

— to wend in the cubiculo, t wast timeth 

to putteth off the lights ,

locketh the windows and doth'rs 

and waiteth f'r next m'rning's 

headline!