Tellus Mater

Unendingly in love with our distress,
The Earth, tremendous beast of slime and stones,
Unveils Her sordid heart, cries for our bones.
Her hungry heart is fire and wrathfulness.

How madly doth Her tongue, a gory flame,
Spew clouds of cinders from Her miry mouth!
She breathes a deathly wind, as, from the south,
The Siroc breathes hot death across the plain...

In verdancy and in waters may She thrive,
May orchards bud, may flaunty bluebirds soar!
And, neath our feet, may deathly angels hide,

For Death, Death is Her lover, whereas life
Is but Her sacrifice of mud and gore
To keep Her blasted Lover satisfied.