The Darkness Is Life’s Destiny Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The darkness is life’s destiny
With bizarre shadings on
In the hours that come to be
Until hollow and all gone

Like bouquet of ravenous light
In stills of exotic scene
Through the hours of the night
Each thought lies between

The tattered clouds and shade
In every deem to come
With hands of darkness made
Of ties dim emporium

The colors that are none
With enchanting and livid sky
And without life’s comparison
That reaches vivid high