Eclectic before eclectic was cooool... i fancy Bowie, Eno, Rundgren, Hendrix, Prince, TDN, Zappa, Sinatra, and more-but speaks now to the would-be apocalyptic t
Now the mist has swept the morning
Colors fade and the light is growing dim
In the storm
Peace--sons and daughters dawning, though it seems
darkness has won the day
Breaking down you shatter cold
A crystal box once holding old dreams
And they scatter from your mire
Pallid wastrels whisper nothing to assuage
The shrieking from the burning funeral pyre
Playing animal, playing cards
Playing animal, now, you're playing gods
You stand for nothing, you fall for all
You're playing animal, you kissed the fall
Black and burning tapers
Curtains drawn for caper
Mouldered groans hum lullabies
To your dying end it leads
To an arcane book that no one reads
You sold it to the wrong god
Playing animal, laying cards
Playing animal, now you're playing gods
You breathe for nothing, your heart's in shards
All claws and gnashing, tell me,
Who killed the guards
Drifting forms still linger
Ancient quills still write by themselves
In the dark
One forgotten mirror, gilt with gold
A frozen pain
Your death's
Reflection
