And the flower to poison grey
The beggars' winter, the almighty's reign
A drama in silver
Drawn in bitter dusks
Clouds drift across the end
One's own flesh and blood
Ravished, oh melancholy
The icon, a greedy touch
And the moon to blood divine
The arms, they dream, I scorn
Shall cynic be always
The dread of all the incensed
Horrent as the intrepid falls
The last, for ever, throne
Seconds of the past
Solitary cries
Wandering
The crestfallen invoked
The envy carved in stone
Immense eversince
Rapture and the mourning virtue
And the flower to poison grey
The beggars' winter, the almighty's reign