Darko Poem by The Lastdon

As I stray for it is just to this day,

foreshadowing the wisdom, for which I may,

Darko, my friend, I beg you to stay,

asunder, a bliss, a gentle old kiss,

whistling and strolling is all that I miss,

your snaking is craving like that of a hiss,

for the clinch of my fist,

for all the pain you bring, I you couldn't resist

all that be gone

just like that of a song,

I know what we did, was no better than wrong,

I promise you this,

I give you a gift,

as powerful as a prayer for time that had shift,

the poisons of wine.

on its flesh we will dine,

for the essence of darko will cometh in time.