Then

And did he see in the mystic's eyes

The rippling of strange dimensions

A revenant and devil in matrix ink

Compose the faint impressions

Of sea and river 'neath the crystal skies

Inside the ocean mouth, fading insane

On tide and prism spectral ship 

The angels, soft and pale look to refrain

Or to be as one with the cherub's cries

The followers are scaring the mist

In blood washed clubs with lost and lonely

In music halls of demons and bliss

In the silk strewn bed the poet dies

With his words of the moon and sun

Whilst the hunt slows and dawn rises

The contemporary life has begun