Vigilant Souls

In the running skies,
of the defrauding winds,
Heavenly gates agape and unguarded,
           With jesters of the the swindling monsters,
against the pool of the sorrowful souls,
In the heat of the mocking needs,
           aloft, aloft, breaking spirits,
Give up not the loins of the candle lit,
and girdle up your melting kit
           let the knees bend
And if it chose to bleed,
And who knows,
          just before the bubble burst,
And just before the morning bells,
The battle may be over,
         I see a victory in the welcoming skies .