Nox

Dance during the wicked night
With death’s lips against thy neck
As petals and pips of sweet rosehip
Flutter about thy breadth.

The shriek it echoes across the pond
And willows and reeds sigh still;
The bleak mythos blends the bond
Of fog rolling over the hill.

Below the toil the soil springs
For winter’s silver assoil;
Flowers sprout about faerie rings
To mimic the embroiled serpent’s coil.

Meandering, the rivers,
Kissed by an hardened gale;
The spine, it shivers,
In tryst Pan brings gardens pale.

His coffers, they’re filled,
With golden jewels and gems;
From the frightened daughter’s spilled
Crimson pools between stitched hems. 

Red is spread and washed away
When moonlight appears & gleams
Before the shores of ghostly grey
In softened rays & beams.

Hooves they stamp, the lust like levin
Ripping the æthyr-mingled stars in Heaven
Above the lamp of those moonlit bowers
Wheregrow brilliant coquelicot flowers.

Eerie sounds now the flute,
Freshly forged by frigid fingers
That sear the depths of fortunes mute 
Whence delicious ecstasy lingers.