Exhale the Tempest

The glorious funk of the devil imprison’d in amber,
Shedding golden dead-beats o’er the earth.
Divine black beetle orb – Saint Satan in his cloud.

Rain the damned moon’s regard,
On these perspiring clay saint Dæmons.
Guard your dreams all Fairies – blaze the colours of the rainbows.

Whiten the grosser rude in the air,
Inspire that all are painted fair of shadow.
Distil brighter dreams kindly with the flounce of your hair.