Night Eye

I will ask 
the moonflower to give me 
a beautiful death, 
under the Nightshade. 

A nocturne clue; 
will you play the piano for me 
for a last time? Are you going to meet me in 
the grid, crossing the sharp angles? 

The signs start shimmering 
in dark, like cobra's 
tongue.I don't call the names.Overbiting, I 
hold the words. 

Loss of faith, I 
don't believe in me.Did I 
betray your creation O god? 
The virtuals are overtaking me. 
Your flagship becomes a hoax. 

I change my name for ever.