Midnight Maladies

These journeys were woven like none,
with the hills, and the trees and that.
Run to the tip of Zeus's blade,
and travel, once again.

Two shades of fear will experience he,
who swims in rivers of gold.
One, of the chimera, swimming along,
another, a darkness.
His own.
Drown in the depth of this fantasy,
and travel, once again.

In the shade of the wall, i seal the deal,
while my kin are running insane.
"Look through the little diamond, my sick, young friend,
be with your kin, again"

Running Out of La Scala i see,
Pavarotti on the stage below.
he waves his arms, glaring at me
and the audience, discove a bone.
And then another! A whole framing!
i run as the muscles appear,
the skin covers it up, with red eyes flaming,
the boar squeals, it looks at me, it sneers.