I am the obscure, among the gales, the godly blaze,
With a groan, gliding into far -- like a hollow midnight bell --
I, in the mountainous murk, ignite aurora's bloody haze
with a spark of my pains, a star of my impotent swell
I, the king of comets -- a spirit within disheveled
Like the desert's dust gathering a labile pyramid --
I, the stormy lightning, with tomblike silence leveled
Concealing my graves' foulness, in cadaveric depths I hid
I -- the rainbows' abyss -- and how I would cry
Like a cold wind blow in the wilted reeds of the pond --
I, the lustre of volcanoes -- in muddy lowlands beyond
Treading, like a funeral, long, dreary and dry
The sea plays the harps -- surging of Edens' conflagration
And the sun -- my nemesis, the sun! Rises to worship God's creation!