The dark
Was an all encompassing
And wondrous
Fate to behold

Burrowed deep
Into the crushing vise
Prevailing
Over all earnest trials

In delirium
Brewed
To perfect black

I flourished
Taken
Into youthful throes

How the dark instilled
Such boastful want
The urge, in the young

Devoid
Of all sour
Remorse