Farzana Moon
Fairest of Deaths
Oh, these serpents of pain
Blasted by their own sting
Still writhe and blaspheme
Lowering their poisonous tongues
On the seat of holiness
Where my sacred Muse
Reigning in his jewel-chest of Time
Witholds the scepter of wrath
While inside this shrine
Rude serpents
Coil and uncoil
Weaving a noose for my agony
And I in utter obedience
Kneel and pray
Sleep-walking toward my fair guillotine
One lethal blow
And my severed head flies
To kiss the feet of my Muse-god
Fairest of deaths
How wretechedly you reward
The lovers most true
