Something irish

Ahoy, stranger! From sinagog(ue)s you came
Or lingered thou towards this lonely misfit's night
And lovely to the bone as weentorn chills and frights
Come...riverrun downwards this – oh - bottomless cry
Where only smoke and ashes do silently reign

Ill-fated sin(an)gers speak
Of deaf verses
Only failed muses could wither
Away
In the hour on the Unforesung
Come, drink, said my shadow
Punished and
Forced into a polar night
Of oblivion(e?)
My better half or my hatter dwarf?
What wilst thou, Alice
Before they show you
Your rabbit-headed army engulfed
By this promethean scream
Lieth he who broght fire
so that man could burn
his In[sides?]
not just warm them?
Or lieth Lilith before little
apple-shaped fetuses
As she revealed the horrors of the homecoming?
For only flesh carved unto this vessel
Such a scornful muttering
Ahoy, stranger! Bring forth ye shadow
Or blow ye horns
In chess
To what good is to mate
A runaway king?
Is it to a better dawn
To seize a runaway moment?
The puppet-god
The one upon whose feet
The blindfolded puppetters bow
Begone now! For my dream has awaken
These eyes,
these hands
no more can they peel
These inane abstractions
Faded obstructions
Speak of crippled armies