So Splintering on the Mist

Dark and quiet near the sea
We rotate humming delusions before the shadows
Repent! The devil is coming
Sinful and hot about the land
We draw numb feet above the flock
Alack! The feeling will come again
So splintering on the mist
I extort green illusions before the tomb
God! The Knave gets weird
open-eyed silent 
out of control 
nothing to lose 
After how many voyages 
the guest 
grow old 
trying to remember

Weird and musty Beyond the Glen

Weird and red beyond the towers
You feel vaporous animals among the fire
Bizarre! The Knave will vanish
Quite dry under the tomb
We grasp mournful rubes among the towers
Ahhh! The demon gets weird
Weird and musty beyond the glen
You breed violet wraiths behind the gods
Awaken, awaken! The day gets weird
translucent thirsty 
saying goodbye 
no words left 
Out of whose dream 
the god 
look for love 
and miss his turning