Smoke tinted a midnight ecstasy,
Surgeons carved of things misguided,
Bizarre oddities, hobgoblins of life,
Unspoken nightmares, true fears and strife.
Heartquake pursued man from afar,
Artists prophesied a pit of Acheron,
The chosen infant was forever blinkered.
Incense played, while harps, they whimpered,
Mists so puzzled the dawn delight,
Pearly threat to that urchin cull,
About to be established for all time,
The cut between animal and spirit divine.
The holy tome rent asunder,
Muffled drums tattooed the hour,
Digesting time without gizzard or cud,
With raise of knife and soak of blood.
Seers shrouded crypts of time,
Pariahs living off cut out lives,
When gluttony for knowledge was satisfied,
With infant sacrifice, man's fight expired.
