When the night is bold
Tolling with the cold
The heart is scorched
"Aumberge", blues and flames
So you mutter . . . "Nothing to fear"
so it must be
A chorus of courage
Archipelagos across
the lisps of sea
The heart twists
in pugelistic agony
The cry from the wails of string
A charged effigy
Electrified by storm
Thunderous applause
All you can do . . .
Just let it be
so you let it be