Dark

A state that doesn’t give spark For it fancies it not: The Dark; The time a true mongrel would bark And hearers know what it means: Hark! A pitch black night yields the Far Dark, No likely song then from a lark; In the deep sea goes to sleep shark In the dark not obvious: Bad Mark… Hardly with blinding dark eyes cope, In its theatre their owners, grope; Odd pictures of a struggled hope; A lowland the same as steep slope… Trusted Protector of Evil, A fine time to be less civil, The soft type becomes a gravel; A time we would truths unravel… The akin to stark ignorance: In avoided knowledge fragrance, To refusal to read tolerance; The bound-to-be-thrown-off-balance…