Midnight, milk-light, scatter her ashes in the night.
Without a fright, yet no delight; stay away, out of sight.
Midnight, milk-light, my axe tucked up tight.
Psychedelic eyes might bite, chomping; I contain increased foresight.  
Midnight, milk-light, soul rupturing twilight.
Innocent baby claimed despite
My sedulous might.

Clutch at my throat; make me fight.
Clench onto my bones, they are composed of dolomite.
Cast my duty into exile; cease her scorching light.
Caress the midnight milk-light and be freed of your God’s smite…