When I will wear a garment all of blood
and find my clouds · drawn with a scrawl of blood

i want no high & low, exquisite things,
if twilight launch the delicate call of blood

not useless, next to useless; gray skies curdle
as here below cavorts a doll of blood

two abjads, same root-language; inbetween,
mountainous, ascends this wall of blood

Graywyvern sets his course at summer's end,
crossing his fingers 'gainst a fall of blood.