Novae

When the parallel spiral unravelled

Before the firm grasp of my abominable

Came my birth in the well of the wretched

Novae, braggart of a last jest

My non-Sylph spread down

In the core of the hideous carnival grotto

Covering me of a Viperean mask

EnoreKiK eKarov sed xueil dSevape

TnarutpaK nom ruehlam ne snoredial

Rus ed Selpitlum SeteKaf ud tiafneib

The grand fork silence

Arising for the anchor's cell

Enu eReip eroloKni, L noisrevni ed Al eLitnel

Enu egnarte emrof, L riovuop sed sreinred-sen

A maelstrom where repose the villains

Of the bazaar of virtues

Denaturation of the ork by the Zirconyum

A grinch in the night wearing its crystals eternally

A dispirited lunatic passage

Broken by the traitors... . by this pernicious soothing

A mistake followed itself in the decisive cryptage

When the telescope fell on the inverted astron

The utopia was not mechanically very long

And logic vanished under the illogical

"If only there has been a claim for my sectimes

My poor sectimes... .they are... .they are mine!!!"

A frenetic impulsion influenced

When escaping the human yawning chasm

This globe transformed into memories

Novae, braggart of a last jest

My sylph fled...

After the (firm) grasp of my abominable

Allowing me to wear my Viperean mask