Vestigial

A Poem by CrimsonHints

His unwavering eloquence in voice,
Steady as the passing of time.
But, the meaning is e'er his choice,
Singing of ruination in rhyme.

No one dare say incipient mind,
But, the murmurous publicize his heart.
He feels a vestigial flicker in kind.
He has not yet, grown use to the dark.