Black Dreams of the Damned Exhale

Curl and roll … … exhale … … exhale.
Imprison’d in a blaze of amber spheres
and grosser airs of fierce mists,
black dreams of the damned exhale,
and the pinions of shadow daemons, perspiring
beneath fields of pale wand’ring light,
below boundless Heaven and golden stars,
dip before the throne of Satan to pursue his care,
and the expanded eyes of clay beetles watch their ways.
Curl and roll … … exhale … … exhale.