Crawling through thorny bushes

Crawling through thorny bushes I am,
For I know, across it lies the glam,
Of sparkling ripples in the moonlight, yet
With the vast expanse of stillness at night
Over which hangs the breeze.
Soar I will, through the freeze,
Deserting deeds of tutelage for the base
All that are daunted by prospects of any grace,
Prancing around to pick up true hearts
While muting the noises of villainous darts
Rip off the masks of black
With words of integrity that they lack
Seeking out in solidarity, to hold hands
That belong with lips that yell ‘Time’s up!’
Retreat and let,
Atlas shrug again.
Perhaps more than let,
Atlas shrug again.