Nightpiece

Gaunt in gloom

The pale stars their torches

Enshrouded wave.

Ghostfires from heaven's far verges faint illume

Arches on soaring arches,

Night's sindark nave.

Seraphim

The lost hosts awaken

To service till

In moonless gloom each lapses, muted, dim

Raised when she has and shaken

Her thurible.

And long and loud

To night's nave upsoaring

A starknell tolls

As the bleak incense surges, cloud on cloud,

Voidward from the adoring

Waste of souls.