Unanswered Hymn Poem by Ander Greigon

Numbers were not the cost to think;
Night and withdraw ill a must to wink,
Colors and funeral were dustly cone
Ripples and waste repel the fore;

Fury and toast the tumble nick,
Roads of riches kindler's fick
Ample and knew what riddles grace
Bits and astews were my freakest days;

Knights and kings would devour sure
Loads and wings writ the mightiest plore,
Buts and inspites for a meekest divine;
Heights and Lords Neat a welcome fine

Owns of the thongs rise defesting seas
Clowns and boils jacked the camper's knees,
Blank of a page fare to humble skies;
Dance on the jeans and revolver's wise.