morlock

The sword of fury can also be the sword of light
truth be given it is all within being wielded right
flashing arcs are blinking eyes
on sunny days and moonlit nights
the pulse behind all we withdrew
from emanating pultice or steaming stew
not slander ridden but swarthy fogged
and traversing over the uglier bogs
no dampness unbidden shall ever rain down
waters as humans have always the purifying drown.

Never before could I feasibly managed
In time with all honor
Obedience superimposed
Believed to be something, proving forever
Everlasting the fortunes of the one eternal warr
hearts mend with each blasting of sonic love shatterings
the breaking, pierced shards, rupture all tender
spots you thought your own
too touching to be served