Sweetly Terse

at night, I think, it's really worse coldly still and quiet dark stubborn muses, rusted curse careless drops on vellum stark a captured fleeting moment life gets balanced on a pen turgid rhymes and syntax foment only stoke an unslaked yen in some inkwelled vision quest asking stars for hints and answers delving deep in prosaic zest like poetic necromancers but simple words for simple years will weave back a thread of verse wisely, as an ending nears keep these notions sweetly terse.