Letter From The Death Poet.

Love's mercy knows,
I find no pleasure in darkness.
As it's for all sights to seek for light.
However, Brain's flexibility
Hath gave me darkeness' ability.

My hands scroll phobia for mankind;
What's true though buried in his mind
My thirst quenches on his icy tale
Which is not a price for sale.

Love's mercy knows
I find no joy in lifelessness
As it's for all lives to want light.
However, Brain's curiosity
Hath rendered the death tales.