So hot beside the fog
I smell bright rats above the light
Awake! The Knave is going
Sinful and big behind the light
I condemn mammoth fangs beside the spirits
Bizarre! The vision gets weird
So luminous among the virgin
We grasp glittering graves beyond the spirits
Alass! The bitch is fleeing
wary defiant
where the light comes from
all his wounds in front
With what regrets
the guest
miss his chance
in the late light