Rhyming can go along with the theory of obscurity: having to abide by this rule can steal a poem's true nature. Remember, self-indulgence is a virtue. Other than that, pretty well-structured poem that communicates an obvious meaning of your soul dancing in the moonlight and being enveloped by only love and the whisper in the wind that carries us all away...wait, what was I talking about?
I'm serious, it was good...for a goth. But I forgive you because you're such a hottie.
-C of D
P.S. Read and give a full, constructive review on "The Sun Turned Green", or I will poke you repeatedly with a straight-edged spatula...and if you even think about reviewing the poem I put up only for publicity, I'm buying a cattle prod.

this poem sucks

"For the lightening shower upon this nightly need"