I embellish the fire.
I write with my sinning thoughts.
Sinning tongues before the gods.
Be wary,
the feeling will go.
The tomb sinister and transparent.
We expel dark tendencies.
The daemons never vanish.

I embellish the fire.
I sense lustful lovers lost.
Below the land I awaken.
The heat has come.
Flickering hesitant.
Out of control,
a phone ringing somewhere.
At how many harbors.
The gods take another road.