Over hill on a golden afternoon
Down thro’ the wooden dales, where light succumb
Wondered when Stars wink at the Moon
To shame the Sun and hearts benumb

At last, the night! Alas
The peep of owls, so flash
The squeal of ghosts, so brash
And shadows gath’ring mass

Whispered old words unkind
Through the mist, the echoes wind

Avaunt! Wild Beast deform’d…

In silence loud, the former praises sound
Nola, lone, she forbore beneath the Stars
With timeless strength on cold playground
Glanced swiftly at their Wiles, and roars
        
Reverberate… While the storm

Came dancing in the frame of Flurry East
When deep into her pools so brilliant, prowl
A chilling sight of restless beast
Screaming, each on hill, sad jovial howl

At Moon, aboon the norm  

                                                         ­          Premeditatio Malorum