Over hill on a golden afternoon,
Down thro’ the wooden dales, where lights 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 gather mass

Old whispers stir, unkind,
Through mist and hollow 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