Only when the sun goes down
do the elderly men frown
as they tilit their jewled crowns
their friends laugh cruelly
DARKNESS in pure form of three
HATE
LOVE
and JEALOUSY
Seep through, the misty clouds at night
the darkness comes to start the fight.
The gods, The men
Their crowns are ten
draw their elements
full of sentiment,
and fall one
by
one.
Their follies revealed,
by love and hate
their mirror truths
so clean.
like BAIT
for gods
to steal and take
yet they have begun to underestimate
the DARKNESS
not a r o u n d them
but
within
