In storm rain night
My words that flight-
Could speed like light
To her keen sight.
The air was dark
He shouted too deep
My words to mark
Were almost to sweep.
My li’ll white plane
That carried my words
Turned heavy in weight
Been hit by swords.
The words were lite
To follow her smell
To go and tell
The divine angel.
But Gods in left
Were there to sit
Did never let go
My words right bit.
My words that tried
Could never go right;
So came back left
The same old site.