Airbrushed with a miser’s touch
Dissolving in its own prophecy
Damocles’ sword looms above
Isolde’s fatal elixir of love
Carvings of the silence deep
A hymn to what we build
Creativity blooms at night
When Sirens’ voices fade
Ghosts fall from their grave
Onto sidewalks with shadow
Gathering to the dance of death
Bathed by Mars in blood of doomed
Of a thousand unborn dreams
An hour that never runs dry
Nightly visions and premonitions
Conjured at witching time
Dissolving in its own prophecy
Airbrushed with a miser’s touch









Thank you very much for being your collaboration partner, dear Atticus! It wasn’t only a very inspiring dialogue, it was also a lot of fun!
I love collabs my friend, it was you that made it better,