Imperilment

The interstellar 
reticence, becomes the 
muse of a storm. 

* 

Departure begins, 
when the lights are dimmed. 
Night licks the moon. 

* 

Now, you can 
roll up the stings. 
Cadaver will not rise. 

* 

The bell rings― 
for the last exhibit. 
Moths were waiting.