Moonlight robes your skin; so melancholic 

Hauteur of beauty airs within your grace

To deny the sight; is sophomoric 

As eyes bare down to burn upon my face

 

Ill fortune compels me to your bidding 

Your countenance agaze across the land

To subjugate all into believing

That freedom is the gesture in your hand

 

Your effigy of life, stands resplendent 

Suffused amidst; ambient light of moon

To stand in awe before this revenant 

does ire my senses, with foul airs of doom

 

The world apparent; is now Chaotic 

The world that was, is now; metaphoric