The Lyghte is Whyte
And the moon is a curse
Through every stanza
And every verse
Lyghte and Darke imagery
To use if eventual limbo
Not at the syght
Of your average bimbo
Hope is a dream
And I am such
Through my usage of this existance
As a crutch
A lever to decide
Whether Heavene or Hel
In this existance
Where bygones are bygones
And so I dwell
Together we are a constant
Whyte of myght
To an avenue
Maintaining its plyght.
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