Nocturne

Away as the moon jumped north,
Her glints slapped the thunder.
     That's god grinning.
Oh! Smoothly she wounds Ophelia
and these white breasted comrades .

Every breathing man tastes luminescence,
An Optic ricochet, resting the faces over their knuckles.
Gazing at the Viridescent honey fungus.
          Its actually a ghost.
Deh! Men who slay and pray summon
only the extant through electric bricks.

A tempest for the queen, my mistress.
Beguile Ophelia floating atop her veil.
A night of stars and inferno dreamed into blackness.
   That's law of beddable divinity.
 Oh! people die and trees fatten
as time befits into a traveler without her abode.