I Wouldn't Want To Be Pookey

I,
Alas but not only,
Hence forth and thus,
To be the only that thine know,
Cause has amounted to thee,
Which only made sense that,
Need be sometime understood.
Time can tell which unknown,
Truly reaches out past the land,
Into who usually tells is so.
Impervious is the leader that is,
Following behind the wall of disbelief,
The lights stringing aloof,
Until the rumbling earth shatters.
Cats scamper to the hills,
Yet you forlorn continuous,
Yelling lover twiddle thumbs,
For their battles suffer not yours.
Lines and copper strings break,
Passing through vindictive communications,
Calmly deceiving thy own namesake.
Tis too soon and yet too far,
Calm, serene, but golden glistening.
Towards barred up cells thy cries urge thee,
But hence no more the mighty stakes,
Which heaven keeps no more.
Depths dwell internal suffering,
The night of the living sun,
Brushing tears away,
Causing a time until shortly before.
Brutus surrounds the ghastly circle,
Cleaning up the bloody course.
My job was until the ante bellum,
Waiting and watching,
Searching the lighthouse painted on the sign.
Thine own closure forgot,
Be not seen by mental eye alone,
Till the pain at last foreclosed,
And the walls boarded up for sale.
The bells ring solid,
Pushing guilt back into thy pores,
As forward memories bellow,
Posing life lessons above.
Questions arise alifting,
Sinking below, to, from, and back again,
Until insurmountable evidence includes.
The twisted voice of treason,
Your eyes scream out beside,
And yet thy stare exceeds thee,
To include merry trotting young lessons.
Ping goes the Canaan caller,
Pushing limits to and towards,
Stopping at the worlds great edge,
Loving yee olde innocence as she goes.