Truth is words like “point” and “purpose”

One might question point and purpose,

I would rather ask for tender truth

If one should crumble before my feet,

Glower slightly at who one seek

Then one is better off without knowing us,

For in our eyes is all but youth

Trembling faintly in my arms,

Joined by ties through silent lips

In due time truth will be understood,

Until then; tremble like mortal would

Awake then with wicked charm,

Bring echoes behind these walls of brick

Join me then and ask again,

The question to which all seek truth

I have no answer but only time

Time for answer or merely rhyme

For all is well until the end,

When one long so sweetly for mortal youth