I asked myself what I wouldDo if it turned out to be youNot much in this life do I haveBut for you it is only meI knew you didn’t just … Continue reading A Deadly Lover
It all started with a whisper in the night,
The curtains flapping in the wind, the velvet
shining in the moonlight. The being came in
Soundlessly and glided to the woman’s bed,
She slept peacefully.
The drunken rose is a fantastic flower,
its sweet, seductive scent and graceful powers
when crushed into drink not found in taverns
and consumed with delight, everything ceases to matter.