The ironical sense of a whimsical masterpiece…

….of a sound that yields a deafening intonation.

An abyss that hails dark storms of kryptonite…

…to a vortex that dictates the insatiability of a darker sight.

All hail, ye prevail, care to avail?

Doubts, indestructibles, unfathomable delights,

Skeletons of greed that sow their breed - into sugar and spice?

Cannibalizing the realms of the human race,

…that continues to run on a path that leaves no trace.