[Giovanna Clairval]

Under the trees, pale birds sleep.
The sky is filled with fire.
Run up the hill, rivers deep,
And fish die in the mire.

“Forget your peace, forget all love,”
The wild-eyed daimon said.
“Now, flee the upturned world above;
In my song rest your head.”

EDIT: Moon! I hadn't seen the "6" lines instruction. It came out 8-line long...