They are…..
my heralds of painful bliss.
my heroes of chaotic peace.
the venomous antidote, I breathe.
the spell of this poem, I weaved.

In them lies…..
my dreams of light in pitches of dark.
the keys of my black heart, I refused to hark.
the sweetest fragrance of life, I adorned.
my heart of leviathanistic wants, I scorned.

Theirs is….
the innocent flesh of imaginative crimes.
the smiles of pleasure in frowning times.
the angelic soul with devilish temptation.
the source of my mind’s willful confliction.

THEY ARE
THE EPITOME OF INNOCENCE

IN THEM LIES
THE HOPE TO KEEP MY RESILIENCE

THEIRS IS
THE LEVIATHAN OF MY CONSCIENCE