He took a bite out of the crisp writings, That were woven on the ancient fabric. This is no metaphor-just mere writings, with no powerful effects such as metric.
He wallowed in the depths of the secrets, Included therein-in black and white-bliss. Like a judge, his taste buds now sleepless, Stood as roused curiosity feigned remiss.
His life took a spin in the new world found, As darkness paved way to the new obsession. That night he vowed to never lack a profound, Way to view the world that lacked perfection.
Inspired by Gottfried