Sinister Resonance

Spirits in wings, a thousand seraphs bursted.

Dark flames still hovering on their baneful flight.

Death in all but the putrid breath that fell,

Refracted, through thy bounds, afar.

O Death! from the eye of Satan upon that star!

Sweet was that error – Better still than breath –

Sweet was that error – Sweeter still than death –

And there, O may my spirit dwell!

Beside your limbs & yet how far from the shell

For each star is fatal there,

And looks so desperately afflicted.

Like a thousand poisons, every blaze

shines upon my eyes and afflicted heart.

Away, Away!

- To distant spheres, I rode.

And late to ours, the favored one of God.

But now, the ruler of an infested realm,

Incense and high spiritual hymns

Leaves in debt my wretched limbs.