Phantasmagoria
In motionless night
Where Phoebe scans
The ley of the land
From her owlish height
A phantom stalks
The corridors
Of noble maws
And patriot hawks
Stirring the slumber
The martyr leaps
As the unctuous sleeps
Through pounding thunder
His body stiffens
And as he shrieks
His blooded cheeks
Become so ashen
5th March 2001