Away the Darkness
Words to the "wise" on frittering breath
strike the aural canals wrought of stone and cement,
for know-it-all faces smile certain as death
'neath the crush-proof umbrella's dogmatic ascent.
The darkness may come when it's called, like a dog
that is trained and attuned to a graveyard of dreams
where defenders of love sleep as blind as a log
accepting that all is the way that it seems.
Yet sweet words despatched are the truest ideals
and their verses drip diamonds of blood and desire.
so priceless in value, lithe power reveals
each syllable sculpted with passionate fire.
Received in the heart are the arrows sent flying,
dipped in the purest language of gold,
never to tarnish, forever undying,
no less acerbic, default or grow old.
Away the darkness and those it embraces
with sin once imagined and that which was real,
away the darkness and all of it's traces,
true love claims dominion of all that I feel.
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