The Controversy

So there he was! In a painless crib, he lay On the other side lay his counterpart Normality of the evening star was on them. He on the left cracked his ribs He knew he had to touch A sense of curiosity drove them away In a little while fires were on them In their fearless madness they left the world On their own they dwelled! In a moment, a pinnacle of pleasure was born. Even in their fears, no tears, they locked To them it was an experience Desires driven and pranks on the rise This time on their own In amidst of the climax, a skyscraper arose He was on top! Every inch proved to be wrathful Neither remorse nor guilt reigned It was meant to be! They had to make it happen! An abyss swallowed them Neither a word nor a touch Just a brilliant self on the other self! As the sun rose, all were furbished The memories of the night were on them Taunted by the transformation, they fell! Desires became vanity AND In a final dramatic spell, they bid each good bye.