Forgive the day's. Last serenades. Her skies they bruise like Nordic women. Deep crimson stains. That Death would claim. His robes of office swim in. .
A voyeur in league with the great thief night. In an overthrow of women light. Slid in to rob the prayers. She whispered to the air with thin deliberation.
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps. Of Heaven where thou didst reign, and in the deeps. Of Hell where fallen thy dream, silently.. . Related. .