Screams in the night,
bodies in the shadow. dances in the night,
lurk In dark, loose, nights, Shapes pent in Hell. death may die.
Not be Named At the end.
Bitter nourishment from the darkness.
near the grave." upon us and they dance.
vistas of reality shall go mad...
honey black thighs, pulse the music of the black orchard
honey comb figures white against the shadows.
Dance, Dance...between the beats of the Night.