We, these wing'd Wicked things Filth and fiends Fearless and free Terrors that soar Waking you From fevered Dreams Mayhem On a whim Fugitive as The wind Christened In sin Do you truly Know your Wolves within?
We are you The madness That lurks Within your Deepest animal Mind; begging To be free
I chose you Like the butterfly Chose the sun. Like the moth is Nocturnally drawn To the moon And any other Illuminated illusion. Frenetically chasing In a trance-like dance, We wade through Day and night Like winged creatures. Expressive messengers, Speaking a language In metaphor Available to all Who can hear Symbols and scriptures Written by an architect Keen enough on details To give day and night Its doting darlings.