Covered now by three days?
Gone the denied might be history
But how cruel by you just to count the dead.
Oh Mistress! Of moon and rule
Goddess with wings given,
How do you address me today!?!
As a cemented based pollster stumble in your mornings run?
Or the opportunity now that just managed to get away?
Rains, winds echo's on others aren't my voice.
Yet you see it greater than a lions roar.