Uncorked ballads
Arise in the hold of night
Flooding the skull
With bright sparks of elation

Warmth radiates
From a host of nocturnal thoughts
Set aflame with wonder
With the courage to weave
Unseen majesties

These treasures all wither
As the mind quakes to life
Damned by waking eyes
Perplexed
By the callous turn of man