My Soul Is An Empty Carousel At

Love Is The Mystery Of Water And A Star.

Raw Hatred Took Its Time Making An Outpost Of Its Rage And Prepared For Me A Savage Crown With Rusty, Bloodstained Spikes. It Wasn't Pride That Made Me Keep My Heart At A Distance From Such Terror, Nor Did I Waste On Revenge Or The Pursuit Of Power The Forces That Came From My Selfish Griefs Or My Accumulated Joys. It Was Something Else-my Helplessness.

I Have Named You Queen. There Are Taller Than You, Taller. There Are Purer Than You, Purer. There Are Lovelier Than You, Lovelier. But You Are The Queen.

I Have Forgotten Your Love, Yet I Seem To Glimpse You In Every Window.

We Came By Night To The Fortunate Isles, And Lay Like Fish Under The Net Of Our Kisses.