Tongues Hung Blue

 
The darkening skies gives birth to the earth,
as darkness ascends from one's own mind,
in pantomime, of the end of times,
nothing out there, but forever madness,  
and thunder roll of eternal trolls,
with their hairless mange.  


Moving from east to west, chasing sundown,
in my festering gray matter ague,
waiting for dusk, to wet their gullets,
on wings of a storm, brewing ravens,
expanding their cocks of hermaphrodites,  
with tongues hung blue