our origin sounds
but seldom derives
lest voided in mind
for dark to contrive
tho what is dark
if nothing depicts
for what is created
if nothing exists
In verses beginning
a void had pervaded
where even the dark
for long had evaded
no sooner came light
of radiance blinding
and boisterous hymns
of flames igniting
with ever a gleam
to glow so plentiful
in sounding disorder
and warmth unbearable
but then came a dark
to deafen and smolder
enshrouding our light
with beauty and horror
rhythms resound
melodics astound
harmonics rebound
as phonics surround
where sheers of white
attuned from a heart
as drifting warm veils
gave sway to the dark
while ever to sound
a song heard in tune
for dark had composed
the song of our moon
this was the dance
of desolate space
an advent composed
in song lowercase
with ever a beat
of unruly rules
as tho and thru
we don't ridicule
while ever refractioned
to careless contractions
where marks of reaction
are all but distractions
and others untold
wherever exposed
from numbers void
to protracted prose
but ever an origin
so pleasant in beat
yet dark yet lively
by cadent mystique
tho what of our moon
quite misunderstood
so lone yet content
in darkness for good
for ever in psalm
of sorrow and tears
to dark dance alone
in solemn austere
while ever confined
and drifting unbound
the edge of the dark
no sooner was found
where by the edge
were various moons
dancing and swaying
with others attuned
in octaves aligned
with rhythmic advent
and melodies ranged
in trebled accents
from ways they loved
by ways they played
to favor their dark
with fair arrays
but ever our moon
in solemn devotion
forbearing a sense
of somber emotion
for ever a light
so warming and dim
tho ever accursed
to lone synonyms
with notions askew
to soon misconstrue
from envious moon
a ballad debuted
as thus invoked
a darkest trance
and soon partook
in darkest dance
but of this song
came dark despair
as envy withheld
was much to fare
then ever to sing
my beat to blame
by advent sways
of dark acclaim
from ballads unjust
came reckoned endeavor
where requiems render
dark envy to sever
for darkness unbinds
in synchronous beat
and tempos resign
as measures repeat
by tones in scale
a cadence rebels
as envy unveils
and ballads compel
for ever to drum
by musical rhythm
and ever to whelm
by dark altruism
but in the dark
to swim and trace
a beast had swayed
in desolate space
thus ever a whale
by dark to unveil
our child of moon
by ancient regale
gliding and swaying
around a dark song
in sorrow in grief
intent to belong
with skin pristine
in black and white
and veil lit gaze
of ambient light
from distant worlds
where ever defined
in semblance kind
to orcas aligned
tho fins forlorn
as dark as abyss
by horridly calls
no beat to remiss
where songs ignited
so lovely in tune
to echo the void
and favor our moon
while ever devised
a resolving trial
with moon to ask
by virtue or vile
then orca replies
in resolute style
for ever of virtue
and never of vile
as i hold a book
of envy within
to cry our song
a tone for a kin
our moon had graced
a heartened stance
and soon partook
in somber dance
but orca swayed
with grim serene
for ever in envy
to voided scenes
tho ways of moon
are good and just
as such rehearsed
a slight adjust
by ever a mourn
in tempest gales
thru dark deluge
as waters scale
for orca dear
to ever reign
within a well
of saline rain
and to the book
of envy attained
we turn to dust
but ever remains
for there in dark
to trace her child
the shadow reminds
of ballads defiled