Trace the inken background
Draw upon it lines of red
Fetch the dead bird's cry
String it upon an endless thread

Sing the soul a forceful dread
Drown it amongst the darkest red
Fear to breathe - the beauty's dead
And this is your last dawning

Drink the wine of tragedy's end
Proclaim the thoughts of angels fled
Mold the flesh of the purest kind
Grasp what you have ebbed

Give to take to take to find
The heart of which has bled
Hold the crucifix akin to sin
Blood will spill from sundered lips

A serpent's tongue tempers lust
And the finest rapacious beast
Stars descend upon a midnight crypt
Arresting life's condemned stead

Piano music deciphers mankind
Malodorous thoughts unsettle the mind
Forecast the height of the headlines
They read the quickest demise

'Atropurpureas lavish the seaside'