When out from hellia

the matron of night

The firmament, the evening star

the colour wave of first delight

I feel no sanctuary myself in light

A sureness of the sun

Finds no commitment in me

I seek the æfnian, and chaos crowned

lux brumalis and the depths of poetry

The divine performance of passions

the play I partake in with our devestating fate

I am seeking the date, the hour of death

When I am thrown up again, into my origin - the night

And nyx with all her circadian patterns and

mania and her spirits of the night who blew into me

Here I am mad as lyssa but with no bite

I stand taller than the highest king

Yet flutter by two lovers in a grave.

 

Kvr.