Thy heart is the night,
so emblazon me with shades of black...

In grey mists I see,
a V of black swans...

Sunset,
precious; don't fret...

Performing in symphonies of mutilation,
fingertips of sunlight murmured salvation...

As the cardinals slit their wrists,
I inhale eulogies from every kiss...

Lady, you're killing me,
while my eyes bathe in dream...

From phoenix ashes centuries ago, he was my...
turning dragons to bones and Gorgons to stones...

Silenc'd, by dreary skies of Love's night,
wander, bewildered, in galleries of moonlight...

Pour salt on funeral fires,
manequettes strung by devilish wires...

Ashes to ashes,
frozen rose petal slashes...

Thy eyes are blind but I can see,
the snowflakes glistening on the trees...

Sundown flares in fragmented smiles,
masterpieces broken, though not unspoken...