Dead Men Would Start And

I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower Does Not Fear Bird, Insect Nor Adder.

Passionate Grave Thought, Belief Enhanced, Ritual Returned And Magic.

For This Beauty, Beauty Without Strength, Chokes Out Life.

Love Is A Garment Riven In The Light That Rises From Parnassus, Showing The Night Is Over.

The Things I Have Are Nameless, Old And True; They May Not Be Named; Few May Live And Know.