...I
amongst the nonbelievers
the infidels of your world
know and agree
in one thing
Both worlds
play chess to seek
the ace beneath the board
Adagio for strings
obra of the Devil
Arms to tomorrow
and the existence
of the bloom is
but a remnant
of a child's
conception of
Silence
The crescent moon
wanes with the truth
under the ground
like a forgotten bedtime
story...