An Abled Qualm

In the wallow of a Night's descant
What flew by was decadence
What renounced was biblical
What resided was candored Soot

In the breezy pilfering of Noon's Day
What stashed away was a Dear, a Doe and a Buck
What stowed away was justly Roe
What lingered on was Fetal malodor

At the breaking of a Morning's Yoke
Whatever retrenched was just old Stew
Whatever ringed an awakening was just Due
Whatever mattered was liquified Atrocity's Dew

What brought on such jested deliberation?
Question on……
Whatever was Soulful and Preordained.
What was the Artist's obligation again?

Ah! Yes,
The Quest:
" To love…
Without being loved."