Once upon a midnight weary
Counting each lunar shift
Ashen luminance paints my desk
While these words waltzed about me.
Pilfering focus from all elsewhere, She
Dances taunting, oscillating ‘round & ‘round
Not dissimilar to accursed from which stems
Subject of mine torpid disdain.

I rub my sterling eyes, bleak and bleary
Drowsily throughout two planes I drift
Hallowed Selene, you curse...