What is life to an oddity? An apparition of darkness?
Yonder lies Her gracious presence, for the blindness of mind
Convictions of behavior, unknown to those around; unkind.
“Come hither, for you have sinned” – Exacted my Conscience in digress.
I wonder why, She should say that lest
Life was nothing, albeit bona fide.
I ask once more, foul breath exhaling via chide
But my Conscience persists. Alas, stupendous feats of prowess.
A sleight of hand – She replies with repenting eyes,
“A gentle reminder, glory to thy name!
Glory! You shan’t cry in vain, child!
Look hither, so the odd ear shines;
Thy hath begot that euphemistic lie to shame.”
O Conscience, I have smiled.