Oh Holy Deamon
Birthed of spring!
Dear Sentimental,
Godly thing!
Comfort me along with those
Three corners and a bloody rose,
As clouds of purple incense turn,
For Vincent shall return...
Oh damned dear angel
Torn of wing!
Dear Sentimental,
Godly thing!
Crying out and tears of blood
Consumed by Jeremy, art, and love.
This crooked churches crag may burn,
But Vincent shall return!
~Jan Brian Vis