Molasses at the Bat Cave.
1817.
whispering whilst on a cliff, afar:
"Moonlight annihilates the
bark of cold clay from the wolf that
(He who reads from Beginning at the End of the Cave)
barks seemingly alienated beyond the navy."
-Viktor, leaking molasses.
From then until now the tide has been stated as unclean.
From then until now.
From then until now the vessel is a wreck carried by windlike-shipped vessel.
Night, if rotted, is to be shaken by darkness.
I am to be shaken by darkness back to back,
back to the bone. From then.
Horror in the midnight hour.
UNTIL NOW Viktor is dull-eyed never wounded and capable of fearing
or giving fear away.
Giving answers away,
to be (in the wind) lost.
The wit of his actions.
The answers were carved in the dark wine that was released a thousand years before.
Soon fullcircle.
Soon molasses spitted from the mouths of the bats that hid in the core of the cave.
(Full
of
grace.)
