Heavens pervaded with illusory stars,
Enkindle the shallows of his smouldering scars.
Eyes scalding on flames of ebullience like ambers,

Glaring like relics from willows of gold and embers.

His persimmon lips never spoke of the secrets,

Promises hidden in the oasis of Sancus.

Daydreams rendered in crimson and hemlock once,
Have shriveled down to its skin and fronds.

Love was growing as avarice efflorescence;

Unscathed faith embosomed in sacred winsomeness.

Until one night when this halcyon withers,
A canopy of venom and lies thither.
They dispel upon the parnassian midwinter gloom,

When he left her to let calumny and sorrow doom.

Truth evanescences into darkness,
Its apricity on flagrant tinder of the heartless.

A thousand lies...