Les Visiteurs De Minuit Poem by William Greco

shipwrecked delirious at 89 bunker street
there lives my cloudberry doll
singing the songs of the blue hour

there lives my chantress with wax wings
my dormant (tor) mentor of keyhole view
reanimér les mémoires d'automne
in cryptic silence of ramshackle silo

too late! I noticed the pallor of peonies
now here come the sleepers of far-off borders
les visiteurs de minuit,
the soldiers of melancholy
obsessed with sacred orders

and the sleepers shall not be awaken
for their spirits are in a perfect rapture
along with pain that maddens my brain
that's when the hunter becomes the capture
that's when their sight turns into sick
la gloire ignoré, les yeux fatidique