Exhorted by psalms and canticles These monuments of a crude form of grey shimmer A Tumult in heaven, the anthems of ecstasy and fear Confuse to seek a less doomed abode Why should I witness this? A muted creation taken into a somber and glacial twilight As ash and dust which held the earth in thrall now lost... Across the putrid moat I lie and dream of my fearful ascent To a prodigious height entranced by the detestable Piping of tragic yet mercifull flutes In the wan beams of paradise The shadows of shoel now blinding An effigy of him, the shameless lie this now becomes