Destiny marks your life
With a knowing finger
The act of desire has walked on by.
An ancient sorrow
It is just your tears left to eat.
Flies lie dying on your sorry lips
And on young love's broken wings.
And the stone that lets you drown
You are not worth stopping for.
The earth,
With all its blessing
And the endless fathoms of night.
Lay a raft of gold for you
My field here
Is where we end.
The Manuscript
The Manuscript
Roads
The Isis Script
The Light at the End of the World
The Wreckage Of My Flesh
The Old Earth
The Distance, Busy With Shadows
The Solace
The Grief Of Age
The Lies I Sire
The Sexuality Of Bereavement
The Stance Of Evander Sinque
The Scarlet Garden
The Prize Of Beauty
The Raven And The Rose
The Child Of Eternity
The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum
The Blood, The Wine, The Roses
The Whore, The Cook And The Mother