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.