the return!

I’m here tonight;
What folly, it seems, to start an item like this.
These smells which numb our minds,

This feeling, which has been filtered;
The feeling of power,
So hard to relinquish

No tolkein here,
These are no gold lacquered spells.
My scrapings are that squeak

Which most credibly can stop here.
I’m here tonight,
I’m here tonight.