Dorin..

A brooding night,Dorin dreams,
of dying days and worlds unseen
A blue neon flickers as the devil grins,
with cigarettes and banter she flutters her wings.
A lady walks by where a wise man fell,
embracing Dorin with her absinthe's spell.

When the sky turns yellow,
the jester's music goes mellow.
He sings,Life's a juggler's joke
Either you cry or you don't.
But the brute never cries,
so he rises to toast.

As yellow turns brown, sneaks in
the beast who would not frown.
With roses in his eyes
he jumps to kill. Dorin screams.
Sitting on a dark throne
Morpheus gleams.