the black night's alchemy

storm-fit against the tide of madness
dual hopes interchange to redeem the black bird's flight.

like knives a-sounding, bittern sweetness
dreams of jovial twittering halls of the endless hallowed years and year-fasts,
flown above endless yearnings, has she, have i
been bending new, alone, with a hollow hoping fear.

wheelsky, try and try will i to lose my footing
(entrance to the world's footing
fall above the eager turning
of the curse and bellow's sky
trying, trying heavenward.)

entrance at the foot of hold-fast yell and yipper-bark for thaumaturgy,
none to give and less renewed or nine-times-lost, found like tell-tale - O!
honor and betrayal.
they in turn do duel together, and call to kings or witches seven:
as they scrape the raging bone-plea 'fore the hollow host of lost and painful gladness,
"turn the tide or turn to madness."