The sick moon

You dark moon, deathly ill,

Laid over heaven's sable pillow,

Your fever-swollen gaze

Enchants me like alien melody.

You die of insatiable pangs of love,

Suffocated in longing,

You dark moon, deathly ill,

Laid over heaven's sable pillow.

The hotblooded lover

Slinking heedless to the tryst

You hearten with your play of light,

Your pale blood wrung from torment,

You dark moon, deathly ill.