Temple

and yet cursed it was; when creation hearkens not! what say you? eh - a shrugging of the shoulders, don't mind me. till

a metallic taste, a fitful cough ocular migraine a raspy throat - try one layer deeper when it is not angel dust settling along this calm

honestly, it does not exist - this thing called goodness how can it? already the plaster falls off concrete, wormwood festers within

tsk tsk a pinched nerve, eye brow twitches, a feigned smile eyes assume genuine interest a tapping of the finger

the devil is busy today, as always, though today is rather special. it's his birthday! and he has gotten a pretty mink coat and you're his special date. but don't be alarmed now, the devil is just a label, a myth, something to frighten silly kids, you know better

is far away, and closer than a heartbeat is near, but pauses. on breath, shallow, more shallow blue faced now grip tighter to an arm

did not come with advertisement, or a pr department to smooth things over. did not eat the cake, then complain it wasn't that good.

i got a spell, i got a potion master got me drunk on music, herbs and dance, my arms dangled loosely - hey you got a problem? at starry eyed crowd refusing to back away,

toyed, lied to, words spoken true but the act says it all, and yet the sting does not come. not at first, not after a while, delayed, sometimes the midnight bell never sounds. fast asleep the dreamer twitches, sighs, then salivates at the thought of a pleasant memory

the ends justify the means, it is said – what is the end? a golden cloak, a diamond hat, a silver tongue, a humble heart, a stoic spirit, a grounded road, none matters more than a heated argument, a philosophical debate