Breath through the dark

What if a golden age is just a myth? Would you glow in glad -rags! If not, What if you never have a gleam in life? Would you glee in the ghostly silence, Or in the blinking of your moist eyes! If not, Has the goblin amidst your crowd taken refuge? Are you running faster than your dark horse? Have you put off the lights that will build you to have a heart which curses a heart that hurts you? Only then, The glare of the world at you will rejuvenate to the glut glistening of jolly on your face