Debate Poem by Jay Humphrey

So wickedly, the thoughts, seem to elate,
Breaking through barriers of those who relate,
The darkness, its bound,
The silence is sound,

And the angels now fall, falling right down,
And monsters run rampant, the devilish hound,
Rending the flesh of those yet found,
And to the darkness, We still are bound,

So, the dream, the start, dissipates,
The flames alone will end the debate,
Leaving alone, our soul to take,
The darkness turning, to bite the bait.