|
Under full moons waxing lyrically |
|
Death's poetry floods the soul |
|
Like the freezing seed of a demon freed |
|
To curse the stars with vertigo |
|
And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide |
|
Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs |
|
Hymeneal gates to darker sides |
|
A glimpse of plinths where lies |
|
|
|
Haunted by this portent |
|
This obsession in my mind |
|
With a city sunk below |
|
Tall cedar groves and graves sublime |
|
Sporting their importance |
|
Marble wings spread to the skies |
|
A vale of dreams that it would seem |
|
The daylights race to leave behind... |
