A room that has nicely lit features;
Heaven in its own right.
Am I right?
Or am I right
In saying that my shady shell
Is quite a hell?

People talk like they are right
About the fight,
Of which I write.

Happenstance is a dreadful joke
Which leaves no time, no time
For solid rhyme.
That is why I come back;
To romp and play, yet things have changed.

The original light
Is quite a plight;
So vast and bright.
But I know a cave right back there,
So in I go.