Morphée Rouge - Dirge

Wisps of smoke

Scented foams

Dress the ceilings with drips of shades

As the great moth spins carmine veils

Bees and dragonflies

Fireflies as bedside lights

Sigh in sails until welkin thrills

As winged arms turn the Catherine wheel

Cyanide lips

Hemlock sleep

Dreams in formaldehyde

Slowly mourn, sink and die

Give me blooms and gardens

That would awake me

Blow on me dandelions

As daffodils scream

But no radiant eastern glare

There’s just this scarlet purity

Bowing head, bended knees

Red moth release me

Release me