Pixelated movements from your words,
Caught blurred flames,
Melting my mental pandemonium.
No blood relation to the demon involved,
Blacked out the first and last three,
Witnessed thighs I'm acquainted to,
Archaically choking broom sticks in tandem.
On every 29.5th day completing a single phase,
Were days marked on antique sundials,
Enjoying the fullness of the bright beauty,
Forthwith shadowed memories,
Counting 2920 darkest of days.
