Elegant is the vigilant night,
feasts of fulfillment and scents of mint,
goblets and trays glinting with irony and suspense,
knowing a name is just another word, ominous


aloof are the guests-a scientist, pychtriast,artist,double agent, a feminist, ect
knowing a name is just another word...so they say, but where is the poison?
They all are afraid of being poisoned-ignorance is bliss, but fruitful is the one who seeks ahead.
Ten thousand swords and cries from hell, in retrospect What hath he who has already seen ten thousand swords, that men should fall weak and loose their minds? Tis not ignarance, but of repose, nothing more than risque'.


*First draft(Can't decide wich is better)
Elegant is the vigilant night,
A repose darkness of Irony & suspense,
Knowing a name is just another word,
A Child’s game to a new dawn-ignorance is bliss,
We both know what lies ahead,
Ten thousand swords & cries from the heart,
In essence,
What hath he who has already seen ten thousand swords?
Hath that men should fall weak and loose their minds?
Tis not be it ignorance, a fiery potency like Greek Fire
They are not intuitive.