[14] - monday's child.

「 caped in moonlight. 」

dark is the night, ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʙᴇʀɴᴇꜱ, 00.27

oh, what gloomy intervals. 

don't you see this lonely night? 

the earth is dark, the sky is white,

the doves no longer fly far.

strewn amongst the corridors;

the angels are on the violins,

yet they all think like devils.

oh, what a melancholy night,

bathed in this holy silver light.

chessboard mastermind,

seek, and you shall find,

where the wind chimes like twinkling stars,

nonsensical, so utterly whimsical.