That was how he twisted his tongue
Into the shape of an unknown language,
Their belief, culture and ethics he knew nothing about.
In the name of love,
He was the moon who pursued the sun
Into the day, and, in the day, he has to speak their language.
If it’s about language,
We have German, Spanish, English, French, etc.
But this language they speak in the day
Is a paranormal one,
Its encrypted frequency Wafts to heaven unadulterated —
The one villains are alien to.
He feigned some syllables,
Decrypted ones that translated:
“Oh, sweet devil!
Visit me tonight.”
Today, he woke with marks and stripes
On his skin.
Those he got from an eerie dreamland