The Union

when death and moon are cleaving...

When east blown winds push wayward clouds

Brackish black and bleeding

Dark shadows hang in concealing shrouds

While death and moon are cleaving

He whispers paleness of her cheeks

Glowing naked beneath his plunder

Lady moon curving like a scythe

Sharpened by the spell she's under

She shreds her lover like a blade 

Opening wide for heaven

Their union a screaming serenade

Cold harbingers of seven