Light bends 

Ties itself into bows

Starts ends

Wherever that is

Nothing any one knows 

Only words to be said

Language a tool made of misuse 

Horrible beauties inclined 

May misread dead or alive

Time to deceive chained in the night

What to believe maimed by cold light

A card has been declined 

Or what is there to give

All of these souls undermined

By ancient lies of new abuse,

Whatever that is 

Starts ends 

Ties itself into bows 

Nothing any one knows 

Light bends