Mine tongue is thine,
to cant philosophy...
Mine heart of fire I name thee,
spring rains alchemy of blood...
And thus were the characters poised in this tale...
The Magus, the Lady, her Lord, and fell...
I scry you within
your chilled domain...
Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas!
Mansions and malls...
Spellbinding are the cinders of abolished
moments that can be summoned...
My soul cries for her,
Years eroded to ages...
I sift through this ancient
compendium of human virulence...
The greatest of an ancient and glorious race am I,
Cast down into shadow in days of wars long gone...
Snifter of Drambuie…
flickering flameshadow...
She's my sister of soul,
this woman with whom...
He's just a cold old man
with a sign declaring...