It has a strange rythm to it that appeals to me. A strange...soul drifting in the words and patterns that I can't explain but calls out to me and has a flow close to that of lightly darkened silver.

One of my favorites, indeed.
NS

reading this aloud to myself, I got a real good chuckle. Well done, I do say.

NS

It was thin and long. Haven't seen that in a while.
"There are we whose tongues drip with poisons" - that didn't sound that right.
Echo echo sounds like testing testing-styled calls.
It sounded like you were talking to someone, someone imaginary.
Anyhow cool.

I really like how you used repetition in your work. Not only is it fun to read aloud but it also gives the poem an uber neat cadence. It's also nice how you bring the adore/abhor bit around full circle. Nice closure. All around goodness, methinks.