CAMELOT FANTASIES

DARK ART

In the beauty, ov the art we see.
Is the wonder, in what we believe.
Transformed, is that not to be seen.
Instead embellished, with a scream.
Tantalizing the fall, with the extreme.
Hell casts it spark, with flames to bleed.
Beauty in the dark, our claims to need.
Visions ov the mind, takes us to feed.
Into the dark, what do we see.
Ripples ov minds, to conceive.
Beauty that transforms, from within.
Dignifies, the transitions ov the grim.
Manifested, from the perpetrated hate.
Explanatory, ov their beautified fate.
Dark is art, ov hells' gate.