No. 8 · Crossroads
A Fleeting Mistress is Night
The night is young He hungers for her embrace The warm twilight Bringer of dreams Choked with the smog and sins of the city Each one…
No. 8 · CrossroadsA Night without Stars
He rises from the dust Like mist oozing between the cracks in the cobblestones luminous wraith silver, shimmering light Like rain and moonbeams on silken threads…