Ode to Misery

Thou dark and richly shadow of hate,
Thou spiral of disorder and base chaos,
Wouldst thou bloom in night so late
And drape the land in a cloth of pathos?
Whilst in the land so deep and true,
The Night so total, so dark and so black,
Beyond the scope of wishful dreams
Thy heart is filled with a sadness new
And all the love thy mind doth lack:
For nothing is as nothing seems.
In mind's corner, a crumpled sack,
A starved reflection of the moon in blue,
Hope's death refreshing, in slanted beams.

In unseen worlds that have long toiled
For a glimpse of the greatness love brings,
Thou hast never seen that beauty spoiled,
And never shall you see hate rip the seams.
There be evil in this world, and that which follows
Though never more shall I be a part
Of the darkness that so oft kills smiles
And though I may suffer so many deep sorrows
I shall never lose my soul or heart
For this world is not worth my trials
And trivulations, And whilst apart
There is no greater thing than keeping thy morals
In a world full of evil guiles.