In the cold dance of Andromeda
fiery moons froze...
Flowers and stars - the coverings of Leda
tear the strings by sea mist...
At black shore, demon of night
from the bottom world exits...
On the rocks maid open eyes
to the steel winds, and he is calling her...
The shine of moon in colded breath -
the past fame of seraph...
The Archangel of purple and masses
the sword of creation plunged
into himself invisibly...
And flowed out sapphire blood
and he is spitting glass
igniting flowers and the stars...
and eyebrow of the midnight moons
by blackened silver he extinguish...
Black Shuck
© Copyright: Максимилиан Агнэлий, 2012
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