[14] - monday's child.

「 five 'til witching hour 」

the moon over the ruined castle, ɴᴏʙᴜᴏ ꜰᴜʀᴜᴋᴀᴡᴀ, 00.00

in moonshine gleam

the night does seem

voicelessly loud

in silence's sound.

ribbons of silver

fall in rivers

through window racks

without grace's lack.

once in a sapphire dian,

and once in my childhood's span

did dreamland befall me

in Divine word of prophecy.

'twas a parable of faith,

which my Father saith,

beseeching me to not believe

if Providence rumoured long leave.

the midnight sun climbs to zenith

as all the world beneath,

bewitched by a somnus spell,

awaits dawn as stars rose and fell.