I

        Oberon binds this blasted world
           to his black pleasure:
        his dead domain he overwhelms,
           crowns steely statues
        with unbearable despair.

        Before him the frost cracks
           like a dead beetle's carapace,
        powders and is obliterated.
           His fury is a fountain in sunshine
        beside this unremitting rigour.

         

        II

        Titania stalks starlight, breaking
            and making shadows.
        Cirrus her breath, the ringing night
            fractures and powders her passing,
        while hush! sighs bruised grass.

        Your weird uncertainty, Faery,
            unravels the erratic planets -
        o pluck out the moon,
            your pale eyes exhaust
        that dusty pomegranate!

        Titania in full

        back to Titania...
        back to Oberon.