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.