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 Stance Of Evander Sinque
The Grief Of Age
The Light at the End of the World
The Old Earth
The Distance, Busy With Shadows
The Sexuality Of Bereavement
The Wreckage Of My Flesh
The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum
The Lies I Sire
The Prize Of Beauty
The Raven And The Rose
The Snow In My Hand
The Solace
The Deepest Of All Hearts
The Scarlet Garden
The Blood, The Wine, The Roses