Sinister Resonance - Glorior Belli

Spirits in wings, a thousand seraphs bursted

Dark flames still hovering on their baneful flight

Death in all but the putrid breath that fell

Refracted, through thy bounds, afar

O Death!

from the eye of Satan upon that star!

Sweet was that error — Better still than breath —

Sweet was that error — Sweeter still than death —

And there, O may my spirit dwell!

Beside your limbs & yet how far from the shell

For each star is fatal there

And looks so desperately afflicted

Like a thousand poisons, every blaze

Shines upon my eyes and afflicted heart

Away, Away!

— To distant spheres, I rode

And late to ours, the favored one of God

But now, the ruler of an infested realm

Incense and high spiritual hymns

Leaves in debt my wretched limbs