Grendel Had A Gl'1tch: #9 - more(What)More?

Chasing phantoms in twisted halls as dreamscapes sever and drift Ghostly echoes interplay and sound foe and clever dissonant riffs

Twilight knights don halos bright simultaneous slight crooked or bent Balanced erratic walks across taught lines between truth relevance and intents

Cosmic affairs and storms of psyche paint passionate if cryptic tales Modern moonlit glyphs recount discordant old amalgamated harrowing gales

Binary spells transmit static-with-half-life digital kisses Divergent deities move meticulous and all about in well-lit un-empty abysses

Purposes unknown on the wrong sides of infinite imperfect self-cast lenses Phantoms distracted in mental slips trip self-laid traps and intricate inner defenses

Tethered in harbors locked in war on leaky battleships fragile with rotting floors The hopeless fire frantic final shots from the hip as death indifferently blows in the doors

Age of desensitization in a world shaken relentlessly to its core Debut versions of stories told only slightly better than before, Can’t fight the allure but no clue what to then fight for Armchair generals in makeshift war rooms sit impatiently waiting and bored

”…More!”