Novae

When the parallel spiral unravelled
 Before the firm grasp of my abominable
 Came my birth in the well of the wretched
 Novae, braggart of a last jest
 My non-Sylph spread down
 In the core of the hideous carnival grotto
 Covering me of a Viperean mask
 EnoreKiK eKarov sed xueil dSevape
 TnarutpaK nom ruehlam ne snoredial
 Rus ed Selpitlum SeteKaf ud tiafneib
 The grand fork silence
 Arising for the anchor's cell
 Enu eReip eroloKni, L noisrevni ed Al eLitnel
 Enu egnarte emrof, L riovuop sed sreinred-sen
 A maelstrom where repose the villains
 Of the bazaar of virtues
 Denaturation of the ork by the Zirconyum
 A grinch in the night wearing its crystals eternally
 A dispirited lunatic passage
 Broken by the traitors... . by this pernicious soothing
 A mistake followed itself in the decisive cryptage
 When the telescope fell on the inverted astron
 The utopia was not mechanically very long
 And logic vanished under the illogical
 "If only there has been a claim for my sectimes
 My poor sectimes... .they are... .they are mine!"
 A frenetic impulsion influenced
 When escaping the human yawning chasm
 This globe transformed into memories
 Novae, braggart of a last jest
 My sylph fled...
 After the (firm) grasp of my abominable
 Allowing me to wear my Viperean mask