So sing for me good a raging night dirge, for now I may sleep on beds of dead symphony
And with all the dark majesties they bellow out pestilence in blazes of glory--I'd dance my life sweet
For reasons infernal as I toast for new dead, in mirth and in merriment these silent hollow laughters
So that all can be heard but much more can be felt, when an undead you are and you chose to be
And now I can save so much of all tragedy, to make myself a bouquet of black flowers
To sooth this great hunger of blood and tranquillity, for this been my life since time immemorial
A shaded being of un-ageing white grin, behind grim cloaks of black and much blood--such noble savage in flight and in feed
To scour cold roofs and towers unguarded, this immortal coil in midnight embrace, now out for your life for once and for ever!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012
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