Go away white
Not the purest cristal should enmesh at this shudder, oh, but to bright enough. I may say: “Shiver, fever, never dare”. And the ebony and just its gloomy non-shinning shape, should be purify never to white. Never to blind. I may say: “would you, please, shy away from here?” I should shout, while its color cuddles its non-shinning shape and cries: “Right away, burn out all those empty souls of yours!” And I would, and I will, involve with my murk all its empty awful fools.