Delight!

A polite specter clasps the borders of my sight.

A slight incline of final flights of fancy forms the falling night.

Fright and fury forging flustered flames to feed The Furnace's Fight.

A foolish fate to sort through all those effing thoughts at night.

Delighted me!

Blessed ever be these visitors I see.

We shall lay together in a twisted manmade canopy.

A shroud of nightly norm invades and shades us blackened worms.

We wrap in squirming ratkings trapped and wriggling with older forms.

We shall raise the heat and torch to ash what flashing scenes reside inside dilated late-night features til each creature meets demise.

Let their burnt remains stay slain imbued into my insane cranium as numbingly I fumble back to scratch the corners of my former eyes,

then realize with--every tear I bare here-delightfully deluded sight.

White light!

Respite.