Adonis and the Labyrinth

Darkness calls the midnight oil;

I dance in the labyrinth, unafraid.

Shadows flicker like bells

As loneliness swells with silence.

I powdered my face;

I shut the doors.

Midnight oil drips on Adonis;

Beasts hold feasts in study halls,

As nighttime falls, as nighttime falls.

Steady hands and accurate hindsight,

A lonely landscape,

A violent night.

I wander through passages of Ovid.

I leave a trail of crumbs:

Cobblestone and cake,

I am awake.

Darkness calls the midnight oil;

Adonis' face spoils

In leaves of grass at a looking glass.

I powdered my face;

I shut the doors.

I closed the curtains;

Of this I am certain.