What do you think?

In the darkest illumination words come forth, distant in their meaning, but not without power, and full of pion. Like a kiss they barrage my mind and ravage my body and the night begins her anthem to the tune of drunken scarlet adornment. I read these words and search for the hands of the goddess writing them and find that I merely stare at the scrying pool of the modern age...listening to the voice of treason.