Down where this ugly man

Seeks his sustenance

Down in the blue, midnight flare

A glass hand cuts through the water

Scything into his twisted roots

Then from his eyes

Spring fireflies

Breathing life

Into a roaring disguise



Needles and sins, sins and needles

He's gasping for air

In the wishing well

Dust to rust, ashes to gashes

Hand around the killing jar



A soft hoodwink of shadow

The size of make-believe

Punches through his spike of rage

A glass hand cuts through the water

Snuffing out the magic fury



Then from inside

Bolt lightning cries

Swiftly crushed

The final, muffled sighs



Needles and sins, sins and needles

He's gasping for air

In the wishing well

Dust to rust, ashes to gashes

Hand around the killing jar