In Brighter Contrast

So the lantern, it flickers,
Upon shelves of oak.
From this flicker of light,
The dark is stripped of it's cloak;
Forced to slink into corners,
Licked by wavering flame;
The darkness retreated,
By a small master, be tamed.

So the lantern, it flickers,
But all blinded, don't see.
The dark is forever,
And one day light will flee;
From the streetlights and oceans,
Forests and ponds,
Deserts and grasslands;
A dead wizards wand.

The cloak will envelope,
Polka-dotted with light,
But our domain, it lays dying;
The light, out of sight.

The angels and demons,
Abstract thoughts,
And all frets,
Left to aged generations,
Their lives make last bets.

The Kingdom of Spacetime,
Will cease to exist,
As something comprehensible;
The last lost the gist.

Of wise words,
And dead men,
Who's thoughts linger on;
For now, what is left,
Is thought as a con.

And the Kingdom of Happy,
Razes thoughts of the past;
Thoughts of the future,
Thoughts fading fast.
No longer is time left,
Of anys concerns,
As late in this dead age,
Man at last learns,
The present is everything;
Anything else is so false.

For now we'll enjoy,
Living to the last pulse.