November

The Night passenger
Rattles in heavy iron under
Kalaidescope sky without end
As paper wasps ascend

Arcs of white, plumes of red
Incandescent verdant glow
As sleek, nocturnal turbine
Slides under watchful carbine

Great sulphuric realm extending
From frozen Sleeve to sultry Oxen
While Saturn delivers his babies
Screaming and flailing to filial Hades

And now Centennial Sentinel
Repeats under ash-filled phosphor ciel
Cometh the Night
But never the Dawn

Cometh the Night
But never the Dawn