Skyburst in Tenebrosity

Everywhere is þͤ dark
　　They only sparkle, prosper
　　and grow in þͤ tenebrosity world
　But of all of strange darkness
　　Lies an elegant flower titled Moon's Omen
　　　With one bud in þͤ shape of a firework
　　　And another one in þͤ shape of a glowing lotus

He is þͤ only light in this grim room people call reality
　　　With this flower being lampooned for his optimism
　　By vicious vines bearing their cracked bell as their leaves
　　　Encaging him in eternal darkness—
　　　　Bearing no holes for his light to pierce through the walls
　　　　Ensuring þͭ his words echos towards no one
　　　　And putting þͤ seal on him rotting alone——
　　　—Ensuring that his philosophy cannot be spread to others

Of course, like any philosophy
　　　Even if Moon's Omen's philosophies are lost in words
　　　His wisdom's fundamental roots still lives—

　One can only advance with positivity and doubts
　—And to induge oneselves in only tenebrosity
　　only leads to endogenous melancholy
　　stalling the progress to light the vines longed for
　　and continued the endless cycle of þͤ three poision