Analysis of Aboard a midnight climb

T'is morn , and my mind fails to eradicate this canning dream . My body , rife with scalding ripples of aftermath . A fingerprint indented deep into memory came , and lingered on sweaty sheen . I'll father this craving amidst a beasty loom , and guide its coarse apparel to sheer exasperation . My timbers root is deep ingrained . T'is hard and proud and eminates in rupture through rigid veins . Fervour round the corn'r , is bliss in shivering gains . T'is time I know , it just arrived from full nights journey aboard a midnight climb . Along with floods that flows in streams , comes a burden to bare of own accords to reap . Like being thrown to the wolves , but heavily armed and well informed , of the misguided angel that leads astray , the willing voyager that trods the blinding path of shame . At 13 a thought . A hundred years away from eternity , is but a grain of sand amongst the desserts girth .