Dim the way,
keep it dark,
play old soundtrack
screaming park,
let proud growls,
write the book,
blood in moonlight’s
quite a look
for chaste is poor,
devil’s rich,
see more smiles,
in the pitch -
lo’ beacons; gone,
thus, no sight,
all, so pure;
must make a fight,
stir the means,
that make a man,
no god is mentioned
in this plan
for mirror’s smashed,
decline; neglect,
as true beast,
does not reflect!