Which Way I Fly Is

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements.

Sabrina Fair, Listen Where Thou Art Sitting Under The Glassy, Cool, Translucent Wave, In Twisted Braids Of Lilies Knitting The Loose Train Of Thy Amber-dropping Hair.

And Feel By Turns The Bitter Change Of Fierce Extremes, Extremes By Change More Fierce.

Our Reason Is Our Law.

Freely We Serve, Because Freely We Love.