A certain bleak ebony billows
Blanketing human eyes with darkness.
Covering all human occurrences.
Days pass, ebony is still present.
Everyday binging away happiness.
Flowing through lives in a powerful wave,
Generating pure melancholy experiences.
However, what is that?
It’s a spec of light
Just what is this light,
Kindling human experiences?
Light must be “it”, “it” what?, “it” ebony?
Maleficent light filling joy?
No, it cannot possibly be!
Omniscient to reverie inclination
Patrolling through the people?
Quiescently sitting in firmament abode?
Readily waiting to strike malicious glee?
Steady patience fills I, ready for butterfly strike.
To this day never has darkness bestowed I.
Understanding this notion,
Vacuous thought fills me, have I been stricken upon?
Whether empty or not, I stricken by butterflies.
Xerophilous tis I, long lasting.
Yearning to help others.
Zealous to fight, tis not a curse but reward.