• That night

    That very night

    His wallowing fright

    Like grinned teeth

    Staged underneath

    What should never have been



    Its beauty white and clean

    Like that of

    The devil's teeth

    And whomever love

    Whomever breathe

    Stained by its beauty



    Whatever it must be

    Shimmering bright

    Oh what a night

    As trees begin

    Their flight



    The love that hangs

    Was it the angels

    Who sang?

    Was it him

    Who grinned

    In the night sky?



    The moon burned bright

    All that night

    All that very night

    So was it him

    Who grinned?