For Petra running through the streets
of Essaouira with a beating heart in
her hands
To what fell Black Winged Majesty
Does your Beauty’s shivering glance
Owe its silver talon & claw
What spider more fantastic
Came ever down
From tautstringed web
To take its prey
From realms of endless dreams
& streams of airy currents
Where prisms are set aflame
Before the dawning day
Oh say! Skullface gleams
With rich full lips
And rides a Spirit Steed
Which laughing in the wind
Of Time makes mockery
Of what all mortals fall to to need
For having fallen
you fell to know
The veil in flames
The blind heart’s show.
