Morse Code - Men I Trust, Odile, Geoffroy

Night loots us of our time

Hints of defeat through me

Yielding to one final pun

And shared flashing glaze

But our will stays cloaked

As we take a step back

Our hearts talking low

A fading Morse code

Quick! Says a darting bird

Fierce is nature’s way

Trophies bared up high

Strong men do have firm grips

And though I seize the high-prized advise

Distracted by labor and wraiths

Can’t set my mind with it

Keeping me away from heap

And our will stays cloaked

As we take a step back

Hearts talking low

A fading Morse code