Sparse beneath the crest in savage, graceful throws subjugates of the gallery parade. Burnished by the lunar scope / secrets steps of quiet art / churn about a poison isle Whose patron waits and watches / from a cruel claw of basalt, /a ponderous funeral stone And in the blackened breach before / it thunders around the the throne Cast his presence, His essence a Winter repose / Fronds extending, a whisper in the folds Of eyes in the dark / Shoals vast and brooding / They study his thoughts / They mimic his motion Dread forms from echoes in blood / Shapes call the night to align them In one, a stranger to light / Black rumination / Dark mouths in perishing prayer / Surround a spire of dissention Arcane - the withering throne / Black rumination / Tides to his coronet / A surf that teems with sly creation Apparitions lithe and pacing / The brow is furrowed deep / A nature searing in the humours Honing furies from the edges / Dead minds feed this aberration / Swathed in tears / In ocean tinctures Never sated for horror, for decay / His sculptures adoring / The channel of their rage Dread forms - His thoughts are cold and still / A solemn vision in the water / A soured confidence and They work about the throne / In fervent circles, stern and ceaseless / A wilderness dilating