An Ode To Darkness

I write this in the dark
Imperfection is an art
It may not make any kind of sense 
Yet I carve these words in a blackness, dense
Wherever these words are placed
Although this piece is raced
I know that there's a time
To think towards its every rhyme
Redrafting is my sin
Errors end up in the bin
For its where they do belong
As I am scribbling along
But I shall write again my friend
So for now, I believe, this is the end.