The night
redolent of dead leaves
hissing in
dry agony
touched by a breeze
without moisture
or comfort.
Heat rains down
from the very stars
the moon
a drooping maiden—
unwet tears from Hell.
The night
redolent of dead leaves
hissing in
dry agony
touched by a breeze
without moisture
or comfort.
Heat rains down
from the very stars
the moon
a drooping maiden—
unwet tears from Hell.