Soul of the night

Written by: wayland bunch

Have I looked upon the darkest hour 
Cluelessly cleansing, experience dire 
Renewed regret, taste of the flower

Cunning clever concoctions, now sour 
Triggering a transformation by fire
Have I looked upon the darkest hour

With witty wings I flew, now I cower 
Restless reasoning, ready to inquire
Renewed regret, taste of the flower

Tantalizing temptation takes power 
Honestly only one thing that I desire 
Have I looked upon my darkest hour

Written rhythm and rhyme I scour 
Savvy sayings of saints, I don't tire 
Renewed regret, taste of the flower

A blundering bluntness as I devour 
Wicked witchcraft have I called sire 
Have I looked upon the darkest hour
Renewed regret, taste of the flower

Penned 2/5/2013 by Wayland Bunch II

did this on phone so harder to see errors, which after checking barely today 2/13/13 were a lot lol, thanks guys for not mentioning them lol.