In knots I’m bound
Like a loyal hound
To the boon of her weeping.

Across the obscuration of her glow
And the wounds she opens -
Only for our healing.

Caught in hypnosis,
Staring up into the empyrean night sky,
I see her in an incarnadine phantasmagoric glow
Singing nocturnes into a solvent for my soul.

And with my wolfsbane boon
I sing back to her in tune
An operatic symphony for two,
Basking in the resplendence
Of her crimson luminosity,
Freeing me of all animosities.

Admonish my nature,
So I may be absolved
To once again dance under your pale Aurelian sway
And brace myself upon the break of a new day.