O'Er Here Lies Victorious Sin

As the dream went the women screamed for Chucky Baudelaire Side scene alleyway dark night Foot steps timidly trekked along the broken glass, sinner's hour Oscar Wilde was alive and well with bourbon laden jovial tales It was a languid night a night for lords to piss about, hens to cackle, ravens to make love The ink was then my blood and poison, my god and death As the dream went the women lusted after Edgar Poe I was contently bitter and hidden in a meadow of urban shadows cast by tall,stark, unforgiving dens of depravity...these dens suit me well The witching hour sky was wild and held the grin of my demon foe Singing now are the cigarettes falling from the sky... A most peculiar yet familiar night I am awake again nowhere... pretending to be your chivalrous poet