as the clock strikes a little past midnight as I sit down to write a friendly stranger led only by moonlight stops by to soak in the glow...

The raven No more Flew the coup Flew the cuckoo's nest Crazy No more Dark No more Dense No more Hark the raven No more no more This is...

I sweat the sweet nectar of life from my pores, the oils of ecstasy do pour tear ducts of salty seas hot with Poseidonion fury and...