I stroll through a garden of rose lanterns,

With a lustrous star and a crescent moon,

Bewitched by night’s angelic enchanters,

My ancient soul close in perilune,

To the goddess Selene my heart’s marooned,

This cobbled path lithely meanders through,

Shadows and old oak trees with silver hues,

Forlorn, but in the company of gods,

From this bleeding mortal life I’ll eschew,

With the world past this garden, I’m at odds.

I wrote this poem in the form of a French dizain, which consists of single 10-line decasyllabic stanza.