(In stygian light - the glow of stars - on moonless night...)
Dusk, I climb Arabia's stark, flat peak
Ever conscious of merciless Time,
That the Pool, reflecting, enriched by glimpsed undines;
Those who speak on Mid-Summer's Eve.
The Water Witch, which will answer this
Undying, undead wish -- a magick kiss
Which gives me the shadow delight...
I see HER face, (in stygian light,
The glow of stars on moonless night.)
Even As I look into the pool's phantasmal depth
The clock ticks away what moments I have left, before
The Moon so cruel, arises - no disguises
Can hold back the blood-red glower
Full Moon reflects upon the water.
Blood in the water, she's gone again, my darkling friend.