Tamara Beryl Latham (Milford, Connecticut, USA)

'Tis like the quiet early morn
When a chill is in the air
To surround and then engulf
With melancholia and despair
'Tis like a ship on waters' grey
With ocean swells meant to entomb
Though a knife doth pierce the heart
Blood egresses from the moon
'Tis like an iron sarcophagus