Incrimination of That Blasphemous Fairy

A brothel of beetles
Mesmorized in a heat
Of distinction rising
In the wind of opportunity
Racing for the truth
Of a forgotten love
Between sanctity
And the truth of God
Who be not in heaven
Nor on EARTH
Nor in HELL
Nor inbetween
Not at all my ill begotten son of delusion and death
Tis but a dream
Return to slumber my friend
He is but rhyming for the fools

"You must be careful each time you step out of your door, because your front walk is really a door, and the road leads ever onward. If you aren't careful, you're apt to find yourself... well... simply swept away, a stranger in a strange land with no clue how you got there." -J.R.R. Tolkein