Every time I look into the night.

The night which brought light

Brings the cry of the new dawn

Somewhere else being now bright

Darkness crawling back torn 

In time and place still days hold

Heralding the broken walls time

Once during sturdier days sold

From hand to chain gold and wine

Where goes the day sees the night

It brought the corn to higher ends

The eyes that searched in darker plight

Returned to the day without amends

So standing in the shadows unrelenting 

Brings on the rain and some bitter calling 

Script in the darkest of trials times stones

Bridge to relay the bong or golden coin disc

Clime white mountains spoken image

The beast of fowl fold and Golden Fleece 

The point of the spear is now pledged across 

Still the money traders hawk change in wind

Wars times doings remain great and borrowed 

A-curing the knowledge of Bibles to come

This later the stars becoming less noticeable 

Till day replaces the windows to heavens earths

Separating night and day and the light to see 

Until my selfie sees newer ships bringing to port

All my self in prayer and caring love

The skin game.