The blue blooded, blue babies of the skies

The chief commanders of the blue moons

Blue boxing the dark cloud to blue berries

From the blue on blue to deep blue stages

The calls of the void on the throne for war

Throw up effigies in mysterious elegies’ kit

Lightning dances bear in the dark night sky

And inscribed forbearance upon the floods

Waves and currents crawl up to bed sheets

Like serpents sailing on their sinful grounds

The loaded lightning on the dark night skies

Stands in the dock for bugling the night colt

His chief of staff perforates thick ear drums

And rocks the silence born dark grave yards

Honey-mooned couples gobble the currents

Like darkness swallowing up the light’s bows

(c)