twisting in agony as he summons the cruel harmony,
dancing upon flames to the aching melody,
and how sweet is the smell of diseased conspiracy,
when desire is forever young and beautiful as the faraway sea.
look how the moon goes round and round,
like a spiral staircase and without a sound,
does the darkness follow quickly and blindly,
for eyes are left open and death so kindly,
should show me mercy for my crystal wisdom,
but never lead me to my utter damnation.