I Have Recovered my Eyesight

In the dark of the moonless night, I can see one more deliberate accident. All the smoke from the crowded pyres can barely shroud a murder most foul and imprudent.

As I look closer, I see the human sacrifice being bathed and made ready. With eerie chants, I watch the macabre procession going down the blood-red streets.

I join in intoning the demonic melody. My bloodshot eyes can see nothing peculiar in angels and devils perishing together.

After six sightless months, I have recovered my eyesight. I shall not sleep again.