Bridge of Sighs and weaving shark of the moon
beside me glide as i craft bark of the moon.
Days, ‘black flowing river,’ and having won,
yet all your crumbs lark ‘neath the arc of a moon.
Samovar ethereal this way;
nor rambles by himself at the dark of the moon.
Pyramid chores, staggering chief of shades
barters blood to be monarch on the moon.
Watch Graywyvern dodging thrown coronas:
all his tumors bear the mark of the moon.