I had a dream; all that was beautiful—
All except the featureless plain—ruined,
The sun waned and light forever faltered.
Below the fallen heavens and cryptic moon
A rose bloomed in its infinite glory,
I pluck that which is perfect in every way,
Bringing forth love before it wilted away,
And with it all that was alive and green.
Familiar lands became featureless plains,
Stars once bright paled—all that was once true ceased.
Than I 'woke; all that was earthly departed,
The sun had extinguished and sky emptied—
'Till in all certainty forlorn by the void
All that remained was lust forevermore.
