The snake charmer, whose name I shall not mention, is my muse tonight.
Its always during the darkest hour of my plight, when there is not a soul in sight on this tiny microscopic rock, that I am ferried across the icy waters to an island where we pick words off thin air and string them together like pearl necklaces.
From the deepest depths of my well of depression, in the name of the rose, I summoned my ghost… “Come show me what lies hidden from my mortal eyes.”
The beast was here all along…