Poetic-Verses

IF II

If you want the brightest city
Do the perfect weep
For Nineveh the fair
The reded golden fair
To strike the heart as lax
A golden vein from blood
In vain upon a strech
Lies lacking death ofcourse
Soon lies the gold in bren
My louvsws to tanal tune
My golden star-lit chains
Colors off all my head
Dim darkness such as fine
To days and days and yes.