o delian priestess

where grows the naked crocus,

the weeping willow slithes,

so slippers the lewd fellows

filled with flowdown souls.

dark the wine, dark the blood

brewed from age to age

like laundered linders lie,

cast the shadows, cast the dead,
emtombed like knights.

sacrilege, pour the incarnadine skies

pierce the snow

with needles

pierce the shallow

with the cries,

sorrows slipping into time's fine ornament.

i call upon you priestess

for vengeance

for one so dear and near so dead

long flowed her hair to tether

unending time,

i call upon blood for blood

to see one so innocent dead,

white flowed her flesh,

the White Goddess weeps

commingled fathoms deep.

where meets the eyes of fallow

down the course of vines

females devine with wine

12 slithers wild,

let them be eaten by snakes

to cool the thirst of the Goddess

where no one to no one meets.