Hey, What do you think of my poem?

-Shifting men who refuse the black

Evening fantasy in my wide eyes

Steps in might appoint this tone

Provoke the path into her right



Gliding fingers will always tell

How long until she drops the bell

Crash down ready -perfect tone

Curtains shift our darkened groan



Sunlight Joker upon my death

Casting impossible nighttime fantasy

And before my spell had withered in day

Steps had shifted behind the nightYour pretty deep and good at it too. Id rate you a definite 10/10