We have Flattened our memories
Beneath the Rocky Hill
And the valleys are hunted
With moloch.
There is this humming sound,
Which flares and shake the body,
Of the matching Volvas.
The night weary out in cold.
The wind is felt by it's sharp cry.

O' very the sky
Seems conjugate.
There is this silver lining,
Mingling in wavy lines at the sky.
The moon turns reddish.
Barely a mysterious scenario.
The owl alert loudly likes warning war trumpet.

The Halloween wolf clangor.
The cloud dwindle suddenly,
Great multitudinous stars twinkle,
Like a drop of water , from the gnosis.

It's Greek to me
That fear is the only terrible Enemy.
This l'd a fair play to me
There is this puffing chuckle ,
That runs down my body
The cold fear runs out of sweat.