Dark night,

How darest you surmise in plight

And veil vermillion?

The fires binding to the vestiges of day 

Remain exact to your decay 

Of corporal faculty, 

Unlinking ventured servitude

To your malefic deeds, 

Unsexing bounds of your God’s Man. 

Alas, in spite,

As though a sacrificial lamb 

To slaughter reaps, in bloody thought, 

Its vile end,

So too your hegemony 

Shan’t end,

Shan’t let the morrow to respite;

Nepenthe lost,

Hecate’s bend maintains, 

Oh quaff duration’s end

You wretched and ungainly shrine, 

Blind to the fondness of Ellysean suns

Lest the Lamb shall grasp moreover. 

And Man, 

To each, in catholic plan, 

Against the walls and bounding finds,

Crestfallen taints and crested stars,

Forlorn he dances,

Forlorn.