Alone and in a dark place
the symbols of ancient glories speak
to the embattled soul
whispers of nameless fears
dread secrets on wings of words
and images, so clear now,
by new and strange vehicles fly
through hearts, and pierce the mind’s eye
like a rook’s croaking beak
through the hollows of your face.
Dread Hesperon sits enthroned
at once subhuman and sublime;
what horrors unleashed in Death’s How
cloud and contort and control
the tune of your funeral dirge.