Slithering serpent strands of night –
Warring with golden warriors of the light
With feathered brethren screaming through moon-cast sky:
And sea-tossed silver bullets, dying as they fly.
Bone-white magnet, up there, and bright
Metallic water, dragged in shackles without a fight.
Drawn with evervescant, unseen hands
To fade forgotten, into the land.
