Lonesome under stars tent
Walks through the
silent hour
Boy wakes out of weird dreams
His face decaying it seems
Crazed
woman weeps open hair
In the window staring
barred
On the pond, on sweet drive
Lovers journeying wonderful
Dark
is the sound of springs rain in the night
Drops of my blood falling unto golden
plates
In myrial coffins, a laughter
whorish and wise
Lust of heart, songs of
madness and night
Killer smiling
bleach in the wine
The sick caught by moral
fear
Nuns pray naked and wound
Before
gods pain on the cross