Writer.Half-dragon,half-moon.

They gave it to me in both hands,

In the smokey catacombs.

It left a weird taste on my tongue.

Unfamiliar furniture in the walls of my mouth.

They said it was something for the cinephiles,

something for the eyes that liked to see Sky and Shadow pirouette

like drunk drivers.

it wasn't much of a gift as it was something to be given.

A sonorous witchcraft.

I-machinations.

pyrotechnics.

You have not known an existence before this one.

Close your eyes.

''Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence - whether much that is glorious - whether all that is profound - does not spring from disease of thought - from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect'' `- Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora.