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 Stance Of Evander Sinque
The Isis Script
The Light at the End of the World
I Am The Bloody Earth
The Sexuality Of Bereavement
The Distance, Busy With Shadows
The Grief Of Age
The Wreckage Of My Flesh
The Prize Of Beauty
The Snow In My Hand
The Old Earth
The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum
The Lies I Sire
Vanité Triomphante
The Deepest Of All Hearts
The Scarlet Garden
The Whore, The Cook And The Mother