“I specialise in madness.” He said, leaning back and forth in the rocking-chair, proudly puffing from his large cigar who’s smoke whipped through the air like the tail of a ghostly dragon. And can we deny him? Nay! For it is he that rocks n’ rolls the ghostly billows from his toothy lair, and talks of madness. “But I,” said I, “I can engage in madness too!” He frowned awhile, then turned to face me, blew a mighty plume towards me. And I watched as the wafting dragon breathed a fiery kiss and I burned, burned, burned in the madness of its love.

Relight my love for life and offer me your wrong that’s right, for suns can’t shine without their sin. In truth the flame shall never die. Envelope me and burn the night.

The riddle lies somewhere within; one four four one and one stroke in.

Had roses never drawn their thorns, like laddered steps of bloody swords, the dogs would eat just as they please; insatiable, voracious greed.

But had roses never been so bold, like diamonds, sat on wheels of gold, the crows would spare their glistening eyes; for beauties dare what they despise.

A restless soul makes light of time when flurried thoughts make dark of mind, and held these lips forever be till parting words find liberty.

The blind surreal is deaf and dumb to every note my words have sung, and when but silence meets my ears this fools succumbs to all his fears.

Come dawn, come dusk, come midday sun, I dither and dather ‘till all’s been done. Pray tell me no, if that be true, for assumption will no longer do.

As of late, I have found, when the sun has gone down, I dither and dather with the bats and the owls. Then through reason alone, since I care not for sleeping, I take to my bed and soften my breathing.

And I’m wondering if you were sleeping beside me, if your own eyes were closed so sweet and divinely, I’d find myself better inclined towards sleep, cos these eyelids ain’t heavy and this midnight won’t keep.

With both of my eyes on the gap in the curtains, I finally drift off to the sound of birds chirpin’. So when daylight crawls in, just give me a warning, cos it’s your voice that helps me get up in the morning.