Dyed With Madness

The Moon She glares from the ebon Halls, As the sea stretches too taste Her galls, The Candelabra dyed as magick stole its pore, Starry night blackened as She sinks to the core, The Sol it shone from the crimson sea Like an awl stuck in a forsaken tree... Dead leaves rustle on its rooted lawn, Wolves grow silent on this lonesome dawn. As He peaks like a God above us! Heaven's eye, a sublime-forged truss, Too the endless sea He soon shall sprawl, Painting the world, as His darkness shawls. Then She shimmers... Razor sharp... Twinkling... As an angel's harp...