Hark!

This babbling fool won't stop.
Trapped in one’s self, oh no…
destitute and distressed with woe
no light in sight that could be seen
but memories passed so
like a shadow foreseen.

Spark!

Ascended from the flame
Resolute to reclaim
Indignation aflame
Elevated acclaim
Longevity proclaim

Stark

To see is not to know
We reap and we must sow
but what lies there within
surpasses feeble sin.
And that beauty inside
you’d be crazy to hide.