Soft rustle of long vanished silk As throught the dark she glides Her beauty hid behind tangled hair Strange yearning in her eyes
Enveloped by nights velvet wings Beloved by Death himself She seeks to find what is not there In sorrowing silent stealth.
Her presence pulls nights blanket down Flames gutter into dark Green eyed enigma drifting by Pale shade with hapless heart
If chance should favor you to see Her silent passing shape Beware those carrion arms embrace They'll lure you to your fate.. December 1999
Stark silhouette against a pulsing sky, He watches a world shudder and then die. One blood red tear runs down his gaunt pale face, In silent tribute to the human race. February 1999