The bloody knight
with the long, wet hair
brings an aeon of misery,
and bubbles full of stars.
The curtain, the heavy curtain,
I’ll bless you with the curtain,
I am the curtain.
Like a curtain of love
he seduces the boys
dressed in blue satin.
Let the bull surrender
in the early morning;
let the kitten weep
in its long, wet fur.