(Drawing by Liliana Wofsi-Dohnert)
"Nightmare’s Prophet came to me, in liquid lies, and entropy.
His backward whispers of blue skinned whores, belching blood on a chessboard floor!
The quick-phase harlequin and faceless mage, led me down to twilight’s grave.
Where twisted branches grasped the gloom, o’er empty thrones in crypted rooms
On pallid steed he takes my site, this blind-dead prophet of the night!"
