Kings, Wizards, Serpents,

all cower & cave to storms descent,

My Darkest Hours,

Fragments float as figures of freed powers.

Torment, they shall, all sights of lit spirits,

All falls down, flowing rivers of pacific,

Inure in those Towers, inviting in

To deceive, & destroy, all it can scour

Wicked beyond words, the rage in its rags,

Lies doom in its bed, that blooms red flowers

All this time, for all these days

I shivered & quivered, fearing what stays

In seams of what’s left, this dream of ours.