Death’s brother, sleep.

The signs of the old flame, I know them well.I pray that the earth gape deep enough to take me downor the almighty Father blast me with one bolt to the shades,the pale, glimmering shades...

..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl…

…She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.

She turned, and at her turning came a fragrant airOf godhead, and her robe grew long; ambrosial hairFlashed, and a rosy brightness on her neck, and allThe goddess in her going was revealed. His callFollowed...