When my mother first saw a picture of him,
she gasped in wonder at his beauty...

Nights like these, I can't tell if I love her or...
I'm obsessed equally with the faint...

Bless the kindness in your heart, Sister;
I never could love as vividly as you do...

Sister, O Sister Weaver, how my heart aches
when I watch you weave the vicissitudes of life...

Her smile collapsed under the gentle touch
from that hand, pale like carved from milky jade...

Pitiful Maya, hunted by the Heavenly Host:
proclaimed Tyrant who defy Heaven's Will...

There are two of you now,
Ghosts hiding within the brownish green...

O Exiled Sophia, was it cruelty
or the purest of any love...

We once dreamt of a world
where the sun would rise...

I've carved your name into the rib-cage
that acts as a prison to my tainted heart...

Is it blood or wine
that dyed the holy rivers...

There are demons clinging to my soul,
scratching and tearing at it...