few instances have occurred in personal anguish
over the maceration of tart apples,
that long for denouement
at striking peak value.
it seemed a black night,
visuals corrected by the wont for less
so it became bright with expiration
as theory would place it.
many occasions have materialized
under tyranny of renegade,
whom fancy understatement
and struggle to cope with fidelity.
I will be your beacon in the inevitable cessation of day,
to break your wounds with my senseless script.