The Languor of a Dreary Night
Once upon a lonely eve when all seemed too awful to bear
I looked out of the window with the curtains wrapped around me
And I shrieked into the night
“Your gods can’t stop me, and if they try, I’ll cause their downfall -
A theomachy!”
And they tried to despoil me from my bed
And my diaphanous sheets
But I called out my battle cry
And attempted my coup d’etat
The vox populi can’t stop me!
But sadly it was all a grand wile
For I soon realized that it was all the languor of a dreary night