Right Ways And The Wrong Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is a nighttime of dark and confess
In the hearts that have followed love to decline
When truthfulness have betrayed in bitterness
And its mercy is in painful entwine
Like the keepers of truth with many its choice
Through years of right in visions of beauty
As the song comes to air in its own voice
Like guardian of aptness doing its duty
Whatever is said in its ways to detain
Like glass in eyes when they stare at nothing
For much in beauties cloak is hinged to its vain
Often at times therein only bluffing
Right ways and the wrong in defenses are hid
Like stones that are first in life's pyramid