A light beneath the darkest night.
A bright blue flame is buried alight.
The whole whom is a man, quite destroyed,
has his eyes covered by life deployed.
Enter into a shelter of broke.
"Marry me!" this man spoke.
"My eyes they cannot see your best" she explained.
The neediest man is the loneliest grain.
"Give me mercy, give me shame, as I have sinned and I am untamed"
He never spoke like a constitution.
Something was off, earth evolution.
His internal eclipse kept its place on his grave and on his face.
Her eyes saw it as another trail under the fog his viewpoint's frail.
An effort is a deep decision ,to be a human is quite deceiving.
That night, he ran a million miles away.
He formed his feelings into clay.
From angered adventurer to solemn soldier.
That's the story her mother told her.