sciamachy

 all heaven abloom

adorns the naked cobalt moon

asleep on branches crystalline

reticulate

receding ghosts of afterimage

following the flash

startled bird

don't lose your voice just yet

identity dislimned in a haze of saffron dust

a dust that hangs these cloistered hours

of anamnesis ephemeral enshrined

and loft away some distant herald

a gaunt and death-majestic tree

an altarpiece enveloped in a fugue of red

we dare to vanquish 

some brightly imagined ophidian fiend

whose vatic feathers cindered carbon-black

and looming large

unfurl behind our every dread