Transcendent Beauty - Deviser

The edge of the moorlands

Purple sea of heath

From somewhere on the horizon

There poured a shaft of flaring light

Crimson and malefic

Transcedent beauty

There were vague flickerings of an inner fire

Ito an alien dimension

Which shines so strangely in the dimness of light

The twisting fabric of space and time

Sniffing the night air

Dowsing for darkness

Howling in appaling manner

And rushed in a wolflike transport of anger