The Devil That You Know

An asymmetrical town

Eaten by a ghost,

Looming over landscape

As Faust fiddles to the foal

Stretching teeth that grin

Lifeless buttoned-eyes

Overseen the cobbled stones 

Preserving a madness riled. 

Lonely, are the streets

Expression in their style

To where the last road meets

Beyond the lanterns dimming light.

Cutting into the void 

The bleakness a solid, sigh

A bell that tolls from a dryad's soul

Be the dreaming of the night.