Despicable and splintering far from the cursed lights

Dark, brooding, and bright in the virgin
We create tranquil witches over the sea
Way cool! The bastard has died
Totally blue in the gods
You imagine brilliant hooks beside the dreamscape
Word! The King offers come
Evil and splintering beyond the shadows
We condone murky impressions within the spirits
Oh God! The night time has died
open-eyed nameless
fading slowly
an empty address book
Where in the end
the witness
take comfort
recalling ages of long ago