Creeping in like death, a shadow passing
Through light. A faint smell of flowers
And modesty enrages the senses, caressing
Supple, graceful movements.
The air clad in black, I am Death.
I am sin, I am the monger, I am.
I am as you are; beauty, peace and patience.
All that you are envelopes me, I am a dam,
Crushed and shattered like... Read More