A Play On Words
Any and all poets creating a
Plethora of thought with a permeating quip -
Lip words forever through Infamy's hall,
All in my mind, a symphony's Utopia.
Yes, myopia clouds reality.
Obscurity dons the shrouds of Woe and Death, lo -
No concept exempt in Depression's spawn,
Withdrawn, the world, I await Recession's rainbow.
Oh, that Sin's shadow becomes cameo,
Romeo, in blasphemous heart succumbs to her.
Demure, in Darkness, Love hath conquered,
Stirred from starkness, the silent poet rejoices.
The coldest lies are often told in silence.