And the shadows smile, dark and wild.

IRONY The tides of sin draw tighter and brighter The hours become heavier and weighted And the shadows smile, dark and wild. This is where hope and desire collapse, The arc of the dream descends into despair, when innocent lovers dance like angles of fire. This is when the night comes down, a hammer on an anvil, and the only absolution accepted is a legacy of brutality. A single note rings on and on and on. Smash it.