once pristine . magnificat . myth . 02

Into the water onto the cobble,
the remnants of Lord Sky, once noble,
were strewn upon the grassy gown,
as chaff and glume that drift and swan.

Where was the knight, rook, bishop, and pawn —
sheltering arcs as in a vault’s groin?
Drafted?  Foul Moon, Fog, Vesper and Star —
by wispy hyenas, thieves of air?

Traitors.  Who first had schemed to err,
to cloud the Reign with sins and fear?
But Cousin, Counsel, Fierceful Wind
who beats the saplings, makes them bend.