In each crevice which light does touch,

death departs dark places,   

but if the world was as such,

darkness would not destroy blissful faces.  

Free will offers windows into which to peer,  

unveiling unseen universal flaws,  

allowing angels who walk this sphere,  

to suffer in secret as they draw the last straw.  

Stars that shine brightest are first to burst,  

and rip the sky into fiery pieces,  

the pain of a pure soul lost worst,  

all that exists ceases.