sunset blush    flower

wither sweet then

dies as eyes do

when hope drops

 

shrouds of noonday

cover archways cankered old

veins spread thick in hungry droves

hounds of time lick

 

bite away    forgotten things

leave the light

passageways elongate

as winter    wet and echoing

 

stupefactions rake

mind wobbles

one thinks of the far

gone alchemy

 

one dreams of things

dreams of lost

high cries    Rowen banks

elk groans

 

elder gods wake

inside    realms creep

how dark the dark

comes

 

horses trembling dirt

sounds bleed

the smells

the Yellow slooms

 

from grace    Augustus shaking

all the world

there the internal

garden lay

 

hot

and burning

in metamorphose

Eden Nocturna    impure.