A crown of incoherence brightens my head with grey astonishing flares. I wear it for my Elven Queen.

Arwen's eyes are sideral diamonds. When She fell down from the Sky of Glass, I followed Her into the deepest darkness of this material Hell.

Dreary and destroyed, I let my hallucinated optic nerves crackle in connective flames.

I see dales of black cosmic horror, a river of death stars flows between tombs of steel.

Green flames of thriving shadow, a brazen locust inside my heart made of frost.