Daylight Savings Time

There is no light on Earth--no,--no, light, indeed
(cuts fingers on the edge of a bladed, black sheathed katana)
I feel the essence still running me-- thru me, around me.
There are no innocent merchants here.
(I lick the blade's blood as it rains light fire over the candle-lit virgin heels of the Vestal Virgin syndicate.)
I kneel before its cross of the open wounded void in the middle of her breasts hanging between her knees.)
(I rock her world on a slow-winged virgina into the innocence and essence of a magical, evaporating penial canal.)
(I listen as if her thoughts were of the dead)
DST--Daylight Savings Time, Night of the light wolf. Night of the Vampire.)