Last Nights
Raucous wails jostles the air, Shudders run down the spine, And the nearby premonitories Barring a welcome horizon. Though, huddled next the open fire, Thralled by the ballet of dainty flames, The spirit is beaming, laughing at the Temptations that cloud vision and alertness. The delectable unfaltering Evening Star Holds a vigil while this seasoned body Is bathing in the silvery waters of the Moon. Long before the Empress of the Sky Summons its congregation to rebirth, Wisdom's lonesome and ever doling Child reigns over its fertile orchard That buds into opulence between Dusk and dawn.