Till Luna's Eye Is Met
Her blinding boon kills Deer of old
and waxes swan beset;
down this cold rain of blue eyes sold
till Luna's eye is met.
Cool yet wan, O whispering breeze,
bloom dreams from withered skies:
abiding hot, as conjured Freeze
brews Fire Lakes and Lies.
I once thought I was Dear, alas,
peace and rest; tête–à–tête
evades me now in my impasse
till Luna's eye is met.
The droning Devil's horseback Four
destroyed my fore and aft,
their guiding light that wilts ashore
assures that I am draft.
By candles' light is forced the fault
till Luna's eye is met,
as softly here has lucid salt
birthed sickles' jaunty net.
This captive land, within my bones,
shakes to spatter lightnings--
my knowing laugh arranges tones,
goads and slaughters ice wings.
Till Luna's eye is met,
I shall wish for two hands' death!
For diamond souls upset
doth render specters, aye, Macbeth?
Copyright © Richard H. Dunsany | Year Posted 2017
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