A light that never existed,
Rustled which I never resisted,
Childhood plays and thunderous dreams,
Cradled beyond the chocolate creams,
For a puerile heart,
It is not an adieu for the depart,
Wildest screams and thoughtful rave,
Is nothing but an immortal cave,
For there lies weak in each mind,
But devouring that dark is never a worthy kind....