Neath Selenic Majesty - Crown of Autumn
A vast and vacant vale
Ornated with haxe-veiled sylvan lakes
Wherein aught dive straight
Wor-begone shadows and nocturnal fays
Oh pure primeval gate
O'er grand piny mountains thou wait
'Neath the night's queen face
I wonder at the infinite space
Caught in marble cold crowned
With a aurecle of livid flame
Veiled by fragile silks naked
She stands in the garden of grief
Distant thunders break whilst
She weeps for the hustling flurry
And as the wind arrives I cling
To her eloquent cold skin and sigh
The moon became my heart
Pulsing the silver blood of thine
A new eyeless sight thou givest
Mee to admire a world sans light
Nightwards I sweep
By the purest catharsis
The divinity of silence
A rapture so cold
Obscure in melancholic sublimity