Beauty Will Not Fall From Grace Poem by Marqese Dabbs

From the anatomy of the night, to the smother of day light
Ardor justifies the existence of the nascent
The memory of us is the only reminder of the arch way
You as my muse will always guide the way
Neither the tongueless or lingers
Crown the flame born unto this darkness
Palatial glades built to be crescendo of attraction
Evoke a feeling that is onerous to unsheathe
Chaos was spat, pestilence hissed
The belle was ruptured
For not let Beauty fall from grace
Your the only one who spreads the bliss
Seducing me with a silky harmonizing line
A voice who can grant me the authority to love you
Swooning kiss of luminescence, I want it
Holding each other between are fingers
Unnamed figures scheme from their own green horn
A devildom of hate and disgust, an accuser
Let it fall, the atrocities on happiness
Worming beneath us
It won't change all that I give for us
In body and sound, what was written on my flesh
The destined fulfilment, the promised fever that took me
Beauty will not fall from grace