I watched the youth drip from my face
As i cut her free upon the water.
My name reversed is loneliness,
Increasing the vote to slaughter
Well loved and she still left me.
Her laugh, brief and vile.
With naked foot i gave chase
Mile after sorry mile
Why is this for me?
The Manuscript
The Manuscript
Roads
The Isis Script
The Stance Of Evander Sinque
The Grief Of Age
The Old Earth
The Distance, Busy With Shadows
The Sexuality Of Bereavement
The Light at the End of the World
The Wreckage Of My Flesh
The Snow In My Hand
The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum
The Lies I Sire
The Prize Of Beauty
The Whore, The Cook And The Mother
The Raven And The Rose
The Child Of Eternity
The Solace
The Deepest Of All Hearts