conventional.poetry.in.motion.

and with this intricate drawing drew
the brave, the hungry, and the few
too much to give with little received
the storm clouds brewing under eaves
a darkness of the heart never known
all at a price for everyone to own
the whole world brimming of black and white
oh what a strange color is the night
burning through autumn to awakening spring
around the eyes the true colors ring
a deadly secret to harbor and host
as the morning approaches, unseen to most