Lonesome under stars tent Walks through the silent hour Boy wakes out of weird dreams His face decaying it seems Crazed woman weeps open hair In the window staring barred On the pond, on sweet drive Lovers journeying wonderful Dark is the sound of springs rain in the night Drops of my blood falling unto golden plates In myrial coffins, a laughter whorish and wise Lust of heart, songs of madness and night Killer smiling bleach in the wine The sick caught by moral fear Nuns pray naked and wound Before gods pain on the cross