[prayer]
[sonnet]
Care-chamber sleeps, sonne of the sable night, brother to death, in silent

darkness borne...
Relieue my languish, and restore the light, with dark forgetting of my cares
returne.

And let the day be time enough to morne, the shipwrack of my illaduented
youth...
Let waking eyes suffice to wayle theyr scorne, without the torment of the night

untruth.
Cease, dreams, th'ymagery of our dayes desires, to modell foorth the passions of
the morrow...

Never let rising sunne approve you lyers, to adde more griefe to aggravat my
sorrow.
Still let me sleepe, imbracing clowdes in vaine, and never wake, to feele the

days disdayne.
[throne]
The purple of the moonlight throne

desecrated with blood
abode the apostles in madness
The might possessed heretics

only the dark ritual is libirated...
The ornament of moon's beauty
In it - my !@&( will give birth

to the glory of the night