I died on a warm summer night

And all I could see were dark eyes,

A black starless sky,

As he laid by my side to die.

The light went down, I lost my sight ;

All I could think of were red orbs,

Carmine wells of gloom,

And the lazily spinning wheels of doom

As the sensitive world reduced itselft to

Alizarin globes,

The taste of blood

And swirling tongues on ashen skin.