10 Aug 2010

A pleasance to the senses,
An essence to all ennobled functions,
Admired as if rainbow fell out at night,
And stars falling down with rattling luminance.

An annoyance to the senses,
With gunpowder and cyanides used as an element,
Those fashioning faces look shriveled,
And their precious hands, sick with pitying ugliness.

It might be invented to dash evil spirits,
But is it necessary to use it
At the cost of divine spirits?