Poem of the week

I will ride a sun tomorrow 
And cut through the sorrow
To reach the garden of feast
Where there is no beast

Indeed, it is the deep breath
After life and before death 
There I do fly, but no way
Still I will try, day after day 

Again! Night upon night
Lord! All might
Send! Your angel knight
To those are in affright
Nothing more to write
No more verse to cite

So! Tell me, dear friend
When will it be the end?
Sleeping without any aim
Aren't you tired of this game?

The battle between twins 
That cleans all the sins
Between goods and evils
The angles and the devils

Though clinging swords
Aren't mightier than words
So bring forth good actions
And do not make altercations