No Shadowy Place - A Roof of Toys

Turnabout is fair play - a rhyming poem.

An army sent in tragedy,
A hopefulness, a truth. 
A haplessness so comely,
Predictably uncouth.

Souls quite linked in horror,
A lengthy, timely grip.
Now profuse in glamour -
Pervasive upper lip... 

A longing oh-so genuine,
A lovely, stinking care. 
Released in sheer abandon,
Guys so cool aren’t there... 

A rare, intense emotion,
A cause for flames divine. 
We’re diving into motion,
A feeling oh-so fine.