A fallen seraphim loveless at last Barreled forcefully into the ravine A temple transgressed to ashes Amassed the grains that waited in vain Raging adorations in sordid pallor The mad laughter strangled its grieving brother A brute allegiance painfully pledged broken Heed the wanton deathblow to the soul Every stanza to be chanted blind Into the quaking of deceit After the fullness of the moon Reveals its gloria to the last quarter Recreating the deranged beauty With empty hands croaking for more The keystones of a flamboyant palace Upraised by dreams repressed by love A sonnets nakedness grew hymnless Not even of this perplexed world Marred by decaying transfusions And prophesied for anti-blisshood For being balmed with sobriety In an arid vessel shut under pine Each betrayal; an own personal gain The gap of two halves growing apart