A midnight wisher of honus

The light's faint calling on your face . A call of days that weave your pair in his maze Test the languide, one to wake up. Out of ephemeral, mirrored gaze. The sterile chains are the desolate face of mind's image. Yet, the mandate beyond awaits . As onus picks you up, out of your faze where your venture awaits. To strive as one in the world of maids . Who they expound in detail . All for its endavour With the striking change to onus. By smiling to layers of nails. Which pin every day. As futile as its cause of acumen and name Onus that gratifies one ordered. For the ones who find a way to reverberate. The truth to undergo the ones given support to vestige pain.