In her hands

If you must you must see”
 Then first thing first”
 As I Dagger the beak of my Swords teeth,
Into A four foot Wooden seat. All I can think Of’ Is A dream of ever sleep”     
As u fly in’ and Around.
My Sky's’ and guide
my winds” to Swim.
Trew the Sands, and Threw the land's i Am now a glimp" for i do now Limp.
So now they seize “
Every Pinch, of Inch”
from Realms to sounds,
tho Kings Of Hounds.
”From her child to My church To now we merge’
As i know With no doubt
like my cloud if In doubt.
That this wings will Feather trew any sortes of Leather.
 So rise’ as high’
as if You yourself rolled the dice. So why” do why.
“better than i”
That if you loose sight. 
"We Both' we will die. 

                              Joey Diaz