A glimpse into the mind of SNEEVIL

It is a glimmering horrible curtain of a mask,
Weighted mightily against that deceptive light,
One star’s brief moment among six billion bodies,
Heaven shades a cyclopian Hades with sighs and tears.

Oblivious speed is true to blur the ragged lines,
Encompassing grandure enthralls one fiery iris,
Blind sight rivets the comet’s tail for fear of the dark,
And the wickedly inviting fires beyond the flimsy veil.

Sputtering and out with light when novelty past,
Micros but a world away witness the extinction,
Only when the death has been for a thousand years,
Screaming regret rises to echo a thousand more.