Love Poems for Dying Children... Act III: Winter and the Broken Angel

See the bird and its opulent beauty It asks not for love, it asks not for pit Yet mine eyes do betray me, for the feathers hath fallen The bird is no longer; a child in its place Her face... her face... A muse of stone and mirrors, concealed beneath

Beware, dearest daughter, beware of the silent ones the beautiful ones for now,they are all but whispers tempered within the edifice of time Beware,dearest daughter for they are far less merciful than I Even in death, my spirit cries out to her weepi

LIAR! DECEIVER! BETRAYER! HYPOCRITE! Scream out my name as I ravish the life from all that you love before your very eyes Through me, they shall reap their vengeance and regain their destiny Fate now sides with us... Watch helplessly as we deliver th

Alas, Autumn... do not fear, my dearest We are both misunderstood Thou art the one who welcomes me As I sweep through thy portals I shall now relieve thee From thy colorful melancholy and sorrowful fatigue From every word of betrayal hangs upon an ic

Spring... My youngest sister as well as the oldest Thou - but a mere child thyself, art the mother of each beginning... So naive and innocent! Why art thee so persistent? To birth anew what I hath avenged, what hath deserved to die? 专辑:Love Poems for

Do tell me why my dreams Speak to me always of never? For I am the never, the ever dreaming senses Within the windows of mine eyes, the beauty is ever shame This searing imagery roots within my consciousness Imagery that which I wish to know of, and