"Rubbish, I Won't Have It" #Poetry

Delicious in its verdancy

I turned into the park

there was no good reason for the walk

it's just worthwhile for the lark

when quickly came the darkness

I saw the stones all around

I saw so many signs of movement

with spirits rising from the ground

Their demonic cacophony
roared despair and shrieked of pain
screaming for me to join them

in their endless campaign

to tell all sinners they are demons

and will one day be this way

I told them, "Rubbish, I won't have it;

that was your choice to pay"

"There's a light you never tried to find

and it's shining incandescent 

Some think they may go blind

so grow cold and acquiescent 

but the Sun gives rise to the Crescent Moon

sending moonbeams which will make us swoon

We dip and dive in fond delight

as we revel in that dark good night

Horror inverts in the silver mirror
and no life is without pain

but here we live resplendent

free of fear from their disdain

Mellifluous as the colors of the lilies
on a scorching Summer day

They have no sense of being witty

they bring color come what may

There's some reason for all the colors

There's some logic others may know

but we're happy to be basking

in the glory of that glow

It doesn't matter from where it's coming

and it will choose where it will go

but we appreciate the loving

and we don't need to know

- Colonel Abuthnot Jones