Failing, Falling,
Flying faster,
Leaving the realm
where all things matter;
Constant, happenstance,
Basic natural,
Cannot such things be
The growth of Nature's hassle?
Savage eye,
Evil womb,
Cannibalism
Leads all to doom;
Cannot have,
Cannot hold,
The Vampire of Dream,
All myths of old;
Be this may,
May this might
Of all things I wish tonight,
Create within me
The Ancient fright
Bringer of all strife
The filled vessel and the red true-life,
the Ancient Wisdom
And eternal grace
never to have
A peaceful mortal resting place;
Create this now,
Bring me such,
For this is the true thing,
For the collective mind to touch.