mood swing

in dew drops of hopes;
stoops the voice of voids;
like deeds of ancient beginnings;
incanting in witty purities

dawn in perils of ruined eyes;
unto the arks of deceit ashes;
clothed in robes of rich-paupers;
fitted in the scrolls of tamed papers;
brawling dirges unto solemn gaze;
with mask of glorious grace

as its pearls be black;
chaos and dooms awaits it back;
unto wish of diamonds and golds;
arouses the honour of gloats;
as woes wax firm, truth and faith grows strong

as the clouds stands, anxiety and lust fears;
though homeless certainly not hopeless;
though sad in the face but Joy in heart


By:
Smart BERYL{Stanley}