We traveled the sky, along the winking stars to reach the moons midnight bar where ravens dance in the exotic ivory glow-- There you played an incubus' guitar to the beat of my buddhist drums and the necromantic tune of the lead singer glorifying the life of a rogue to the crowd; A concert of wicked drollery- where our songs were heard by souls smoking hand-carved wooden pipes or drinking their chosen poison-- The home where our questionable demeanor was accepted, at times applauded or draped with scorn. Now the smoke has cleared, the liquors been drained; I listen to the silence left by unconscious bodies strewn across the floor- wondering where we've gone if anywhere-- Perdition or Elysium?