Soul of the Night
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.
Copyright © Wayland Bunch | Year Posted 2013
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