You are not the one who loves me
I take you from your bathing
And i dry thee
I am this rope
Around your feet...
And it's summer
That bows its head,
Down the rivers of night
He fathers great hatred.
Oh, and the moon
Played in your eyes
Wishes drop through the air
And rip into the floor
Crowned with blazing leaves her hair
And flesh,
Limp and poor
The Manuscript
The Manuscript
Roads
The Isis Script
The Grief Of Age
The Light at the End of the World
The Wreckage Of My Flesh
The Old Earth
The Distance, Busy With Shadows
The Stance Of Evander Sinque
The Solace
The Lies I Sire
The Sexuality Of Bereavement
The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum
The Scarlet Garden
The Prize Of Beauty
The Blood, The Wine, The Roses
The Whore, The Cook And The Mother
The Dreadful Hours
The Raven And The Rose