Lletres: Howl. Full Of Hell. Gods In Broken Men.

Old beast
wild dreams
Bribing nights
Laying still
Dodging scarecrows
Smelling meat
Cackling cries
of goblins in head

Our treasures
aren't clean
Angels smile with brown teeth

Gold vessel
Cold crown to wear
Coloring shadows
An ally
A back door friend

You serve the dust
You're wretched
and sublime