Midnight Dream.

DARK DROPS TINKLING, SOME SHADOW FIGURES HAUNTING. ONE LAUGHING AT LOUD VOICE, OTHER ONE HOLD THE BLACK ROD, NEXT ONE ENCHANTING IN CYPHER LANGUAGE. SUDDENLY THE SOIL DIG TRENCH, THE TRENCH FILLED WITH HUMAN BLOOD, FIGURES SIPPING WITH HOLLOW BONES. HORRIFIED LAUGH ECHO TO TARTARUS, BAD BLOOD BAD BLOOD FILTHY, WE ARE SIPPING, HO! HO! SIPPING COLD. EYES BLINK IN THE BOTTOM OF TRENCH, PRIDE EYES STONED, DESIRE EYES BLIND, THEY ARE PLAYING EYES AS BALLS. THROUGH NERVE STRING GUITAR ONE TUNED, ONE SING, FOUL LUST NERVE, FOUL TEMPT FIBROUS, BURNT AWAY! BURNT AWAY! WIZARDS CELEBRATED IN STEREOTYPED FEST, BLUE SPIRITS BEMOAN ON THE DUST.