I Am The Red Beside The Rain

Strangely florescent under the vapours

I bend red vapours under the slime

Can you dig it? The evil will be born

Strange and quaking among the rain

I command violet fears against the towers

God! The night continues

I am red beside the rain

I grind mournful spirits beside the ground

Oh, God! The night was good

Greying thirsty

On the edge of the world

A sense of danger

At how many harbours

The traveller

Look for landmarks

And never catch up.