Hunt me by moonlight

shrivelled souls that haunt the gate

look back for me behind you

turn and circle

make dance of the pursuit

blood was spilt upon the eve

fairy blood cut by paper knife

hush the siren ceases

and her song reverberates in the silence

of the night

wait now and tell me true

whether my crime be a sin or fallacy

murder most foul is adrift upon the wind

I could write your knight

and dress him in gaudy robes

follow the drifting sands of arabia

and bottle the tides

so the moon draws no more

a perfect circle upon the waves

of time unto ending

cease the shout of mawken magpie

and question not the piper as he plays

read the message in the clouds that screams

for me and me and ever me

verily the song is crude

the call is cruder still

for away from art would

I have you run

away from the fury haunting bliss

of mimesis

method in madness lies

and sweet the deception of the real