A Little Less Conversation

Like a dark night, without the stars
Soul pierced by numerous scars
Fire within was doused, core started to smoke
And then, a little less conversation broke

The winds started to blow, buffeting upon the face
Swirling as a ghost, forfeited memories began to chase
Untapped was tapped, the frenzy spoke
And then, a little less conversation broke

Debilitated with the throe, rattled by the spark
On the spire of the night, dawn prongs the dark
Nudged by the light, vanquishing the choke
And then, a little less conversation broke

Blithe morning sprouts, a fancy of melioration
Incessant clock ticks, a foray into contemplation
An evanescence of woes, like a spectral cloak
And then, a little less conversation broke


End of the chimera, smudged by the twilight
Clout of the spell languishes, as day hastes into night
Contemplated it as real, the fleeting bliss stroke
But then, a little less conversation never broke