In The Quest For Shudders I Was As The Absence

Melted In My Hand

As Clear As My Gleaming Sorrow



A Spectral Fascination

For Irony To Serve

Are The Glorious Those Who Triumph

In A Kingdom Of Eternity?

...a Castle Of Sand

Whose Roof Has Sheltered My

I Sense "the Absence Of Triumph And Lust

Abruptly Rising To Cover The Glory In Sand"



A Whore Gave Birth To The Flies

...who Flew Away With My Beauty

A Virgin Gave Birth To My Masks



I Simulate The Absence

"To Enter A Kingdom Of

Flesh - A Ghastly Worn Shadow

A Fiery Picture Of Poet In Hel"



Forlorn I Was As Poets Should Be

I Am As Chosen As The Weaver Himself.