Hits and runs.
Polar night
and midnight suns.

Mining the shining, 
thralls of oblivion.

Displacements 
misplacements
catches hell.
Emblazons with death.

Jolts howling 
at the wind 
enshrined in its din. 

Turns about wound
in play of hand.

Taunts the void
my murderous hologram.

Floods the drain
all love and pain.

Vigilantes of woe
bleed it dry.

The weeping cross,
in a pig's eye.