the orange king
fall asleep beyond the hill of grass
and a following of shadow and darkness
escapes of him, through the rest
 of flame

when my nightmare has approached
whitequeen told me to feel uncorrupted
she's the echoes of the funeral march
s
he will endlessly, wait for the dusk

at the end of the night
the lamp of the humankind
obsess the world and create unknown
 desire
that mortal doesn't need to assume

we are the essence of the unsentimental orb
larcenist of the orange king
it's 
our turn to touch and absorb
the eternal blaze of the starless sky