A wisp of dalliance

Beyond the dark dimension
Where reality turns to stone
I smuggle in a wisp of dalliance  
to settle the whisperers tone
 
To capture vie in moments
To enrapture its malign
The grip it holds to atonement  
Is misleading to my align
 
Equip the latent vermin
To pile egregious thought  
Into the minds of the languid
Where the cynical are wrought
 
The rile of spoken value  
Mixes in with veiled tears
Beneath the darkened solace
Is the grip of errant fears
 
Inhaling such distemper;
an injustice to the essence
Finding growth within the valley
Structuring an effervescence  
 
And as lust adorns the tissues
And envy clones thy sword
The pride of must within you
Is inherently adored
 
Philosophy’s endeavour:
To pursue the sage within
To collect the coins of salvage
To dissuade the plain of sin
 
To walk amongst the players
Blazing trails of buxom prudence  
Igniting a sense of stellar
In the last remaining students