Silver streaking solemnly.
Swords silently slicing.

A thousand shards of glass
Mangle frozen flesh, I

To crest the mountain
I spent years,
decades.

everybody has a secret:
kept as bloody wine in a barrel,
you will know mine on my death.
Force met with force.
It is bloody wine in a barrel:
rot with me, ferment!
Force met with force.
you will rot with me.
Rot with me! Ferment!
My secret is in my heart:
you will rot with me,
till death do us part.
My secret is my heat....

Over a butte in the darkness did I see
Resplendent valor
I soared over the rocks
Ready to join with such
Beauty.
The light poured over me, did I see?
Black blemishes on a white face
The angel's leer suppressed
But still perceived.

From a closed home,
awoke I,
stone cold.

Pungent sweetness; the love of flies.

Sand, burning but soft,
welcoming you to water,
Saline but calming.

humanly stronger, than you.
Ruined, but you
use Leitmotiv
vacuuming masterworks.
Cliche, say you, to me.