Night of Bravadoes

Moment of my age goes by the uncertained moods
sorely troubled in ashes
 laid morned I hated my foods

sicked and soundless to make lightly shows my courage bravadoes,
Whirled by the orderings
 like a ghosthood
Unseen of others
but this waters loned
There, hours transacted me and thereby goes
Untamed and willing I terribly sanded in troes

Never, couldn't tells who want me died this way
My families at homes and here I loner be
God should never turned a foes
My hands are cleaned I shed no bloods
A hidden sin lie in waiting
I truly knows

Look myself in freaking frenzied lune
Like Jonah's in the fear of the same
Hide myself, gazing the rivers rippling rounds in gentle tunes

Closed my eyes but sleeping eluded my mind
Turned myself in tonight and not feat to fight plantigrades
Alas, who shall save me in this my plightfilled woes!