Two wax dolls blue yellow braided
Wrapped up in scrolls splayed into folds
With limbs two and four face within faces
That scatter in hews of gleaming gambol

Blood tied scrolls wrapped between

Wings cross meshed star skin bodies

Link the needle stuck through my eyes
And now we begin to sew

Two wax dolls bending and peeling
Thin body petals taut wove skin
Stitched through the bulb

Of a great fearsome flower

That follows the glint
On the first dream bowls casting

Blood tied scrolls wrapped between

Wings cross meshed star skin body

Flint the wicking lined through my eyes
And now we begin to glow