9.

I saw a sordid star 

Enveloped by a night 

A breach birth of the fantastic 

Captain of the Caspian

A rambling tale 

Encumbered by Armenian tales

Of horses in a field 

By a Christian church

He carried a knife

He stole from his uncle

His name was Olav

But that's not important 

They sat for dinner

Octopus and squash

Potatoes and arugula 

Red cheap wine and biscuits 

His daughter looked good

Eyes aflame

And hiding

Her dress a shaded chrysanthemum 

The night passed slowly

The fire burned

Tales were told 

The old man fell asleep