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…
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