I saw the light

 I saw the light, but what's that blight -- people dost not go upright; 

White knight has to stand up and fight, those, who don't respect the rite!

White turns Black - life's hack and slash, Streets Alleycat through the hoop and back; 

I have to subtrack the attraction of the Scion operations evading the Scism in Mack!

no more guns, no more funs; all the crayons are stunned and beraved into grayscale to pun; 

lets barrelrun for the Dunkirk for past battles are to be overdone in these days and heroes Shunned!

Under the Umbrella, the Witch Stella cosplayd interplanar and -Stelar; Ella on the Braile war; 

dactile in the thingering of pussicat dolls and Loly Maidens Cruella Devils advocate cow Bella...

Rainbow snakes, don't tread on me, I am bushed the sage of pervy solitudes, peeping on perfect 22; 

while 40 doubled down to have 2 Sheckles to prove it and gown the lonely showmustards go drone.

Who wants to fight a beggard, who pickaxes trouble to stand up and go there so It could happening; 

the Quickening of Highlanders, Islanders and Townsfolk -- the gathering is overhere, or in a White mare.

White mare -- a dream too good to be true, that you wake up and feel nostalgic about it, condescending on yourself, on how can you possibly forget the details, and then you do. Moving on with your life.