I say to the lady of flies,
“Let freezing black night skies strafe
your glowing chambered eyes;
your blameless silvers shine.
They melt a stricken heart,
There it lies…
Fracture black oblivion to stars a pinhole size,
make them stare at you forever,
until their flicker dies.
Disenchant celestial bodies as they set and rise,
pulverize them all to star dust with those soundless cries.”
Frosted jet black eyes peer as chambered incandescences.
Painted, tourbillion universes;
Silver pearls whose innocence tears as she weeps,
their blood retreats.