Sun Suicide Ride
Retreat, scarlet crest!
Summon the echo of the dusky bird
Prepare an entrance for the Gemini costumes
A wrinkled moth demon draws near
Behind a vaporous mask of fangs
Delivered through the vaults of grace
Welcoming the swift sterling host to its obsidian bed
See those travelers from hither twin shores
It is they whom the gloaming lunatic adores
Tilting the light her radiance restores!
Hearken the infinite graves that goad you
Messengers sent from the sun implore you
The desperate orphans descend alone
And our nocturnal haloed queen
Raises her arrow to the giant unknown