I’ll-fitting garbs
Bring a vengeful draft
Enshroud
In mothering night

The laughter sprawls
Clouding
The hull of my mind
Where I cherish
The spoils of day

All through the dark
They reign
In lustful cries
Wicked
And plagued by thirst

In want
For the morsels I keep
The sway of dreams
I hold
In spite of dismay