With gothic melodies, peat's dark hole
listing to twilight's pale shade
of the saplings chaffed wheat
and pallid hours, soundless tweet
 
a tempest within my ominous       
sagaciously winging your soul,
cold blows the midnight songs
lurking the beast, in my am  

in the ossuary, poetic reverie  
rocking with Johann Bach
squeezing squeegee of death's breasts
giving me dickens nestled in your arms