Black lands with black images, skies of all absorbing velvet Pinned onto it a full, blood-red moon. I stand on top of the world, looking east; Hoping to see a comet — a sign in the sky. An icy wind is blowing, and I cannot see a thing.
The comet

Black lands with black images, skies of all absorbing velvet Pinned onto it a full, blood-red moon. I stand on top of the world, looking east; Hoping to see a comet — a sign in the sky. An icy wind is blowing, and I cannot see a thing.