On The Ninth Night, I Dreamt

(Okay, it's more of dream-like than dark, but I s'pose it goes here just as well)
 
Beyond this effervescent veil,
      Beneath this bright façade;
Past the red horizon,
      Where lies the cold and hard,
Shine and gleam a thousand lights,
      Each one a ghostly shard.
 
O, Sun behind the bleeding clouds!
      Descending from the Sky;
Forever wrapped within his shroud,
      To Earth he casts his Eye,
Where these shattered wraiths do crowd;
      Come Night, the Moon that perches nigh
Doth reign-- blood-red and proud.
 
And Kaikias, who moans by Day,
      At Night shall howl and shriek,
      'I dredge! I search! I scour! I seek!'
For what I cannot surely say,
      And do not wish to know.
And though he'll never have his way,
      He cries and screeches so.
 
Past where the sooty hills roll,
      Beyond the Field of Lights,
Is where the river Dream flows
      Beneath the charrèd heights.
Its water veils the land so--
      A guise of pretty sights.
 
Beyond this effervescent veil,
      Beneath this bright façade;
Past the red horizon,
      Where lies the cold and hard,
Shine and gleam a million lights
      From which I'll ne'er depart.