When the light drifts below,
the horizon of grass and snow...

Aphrodite,
Oh Goddess of slaying beauty...

I went to see her dance one day,
In the fluorescent flower fields of May...

From maidens fair,
and hissing serpent hair...

Sick lightning thrashed,
And drum beat rain drowned my head...

Through the mists
through the woods...

Chime with a bell of death,
a lullaby beneath your shiver breath...

Oh Valentina,
a mistress heart-break...

As lonely as a poet,
Without a Muse to call...

Flickering devil hair
attuned to silver white wings...

Thine embers are gone,
Or yet, cold and perhaps blue...

Hail the fake angel Eve,
pretend virgin and mother cheat...