Enlightment

The more whimsical the choices looked, The less oriented were the aims so booked The sepulchral outcry of my inner beast Frothed a reaction, less violent, yet a feast The unnerving soul, bounded by a totally nerved body And the harmonic mind, giving help, thus remaining gaudy Took no care, nor notice and continued unabashed, Still the blind images and deaf sounds flashed still frothing reactions, now all too well lashed, Suddenly they stopped, something amiss it seemed, And so the loss is felt, with intensiy yet to be dreamed Recognition , light of dawn, proves black to be blacker With returned heir's right usurps throne of the weaker, Unleashes the beast,and promises never to go darker..