Nightpiece

Gaunt in gloom,

The pale stars their torches,

Enshrouded, wave.

Ghostfires from heaven's far verges faint illume,

Arches on soaring arches,

Night's sindark nave.

Seraphim,

The lost hosts

To service

In moonless gloom each lapses muted, dim,

Raised when she has and

Her thurible.

And long and loud,

To night's nave upsoaring,

A starknell

As the bleak incense surges, cloud on cloud,

Voidward from the

Waste of souls.