Has this world ever seen such a lonelier lion
Catching sight of reflections of the motorways signs
Leading to seas mirroring clouds as the nightlight
minors thesis of a child’s safety door.
approaching a Steep climb down too nymph stone
that was dragged in autumnal nets
dressed and Placed into gated stage
Into the arms Of Masonic lodge
as vipers guard flute for the Long nights
of Antlered dancers.
glancing along where yews that once ringed
There are now cascading low tides and drystone.