In the midst of midnight,
moonlight swayed through
my windows in a mist
of emancipated magick, whispering...
"The sceptre, learning, physics, must
All follow this and come to dust."
I resided in dreams in the midst
of moonlight mist, when She entered
my room. Gazing in prolonged sadness,
She revelled in the beauty of my face.
"Golden lads and girls all must
As chimney sweepers come to dust..."
In a silent ritual, She swirled around
my head with spells of life undone.
Hating haste, but remembering
that Dawn had caught her last.
With a chillingly warm kiss
to my cheek, She desolately departed
with my soul
"All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust..."