Under full moons waxing lyrically
 Death's poetry floods the soul
 Like the freezing seed of a demon freed
 To curse the stars with vertigo
 And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide
 Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs
 Hymeneal gates to darker sides
 A glimpse of plinths where lies
 
 Haunted by this portent
 This obsession in my mind
 With a city sunk below
 Tall cedar groves and graves sublime
 Sporting their importance
 Marble wings spread to the skies
 A vale of dreams that it would seem
 The daylights race to leave behind...