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 Stance Of Evander Sinque
I Am The Bloody Earth
The Isis Script
Vanité Triomphante
ShadowHaunt
The Light at the End of the World
The Grief Of Age
The Sexuality Of Bereavement
The Wreckage Of My Flesh
The Prize Of Beauty
The Snow In My Hand
The Distance, Busy With Shadows
Your Broken Shore
The Lies I Sire
The Scarlet Garden
The Old Earth
The Raven And The Rose