• Light fades at the end of a seemingly
    endless play of each and every insanity-
    shaped masks on our stage that dreamingly
    reflects seasons of humanity.

    Sun is going away to the blotches of night
    steadily appearing on its tattered
    surface. Red bats come now there is no bright
    and plan to have deep-staining blood splattered

    Across the world we will run (away).
    from demons, devils, things with glowing eyes
    coming from body filled halls deep under
    where sins drag us down their road, so damp, so grey.
    We can see a body hanging – it dries
    and we won’t escape Death’s loud thunder.