In the depths that red weak light
Burns
Lights
I closed the window loud
...
Past midnight
And the light
That before midnight burnt
Still burns
...
Ageing and clouds
These ancient be
And Primitive
Hence their strength
...
Ageing of Justice be an agent be
For it equality ensure
That power and glory unjustly
Chafe.
...
I love the creaking
The creaking of graves
Creaking of skeletons
Alone in solitude
...
Drunk
Drunk in to the Shades
The small clouds on the graves
The wise whistling of the tombs
...
Affinity to the
Dark
But even there
I saw a Shade
...