frost spreads across the dark feathers of a fallen sparrow, crystal reflections skipping from the silver moon seem to resurrect a heart now cold, yet in this night full of stars all is but illusion, the universe sees not, nor cares, when a sparrow falls.
and when the candles sing to us there shall be revelations of the world in flames contained, insensed within a sacred word. I see the flame extinguished and grey smoke to the sky rises with a song long sung of a world we have no more.
what conjurings have passed these lips that they with such dark sweetness kiss and from bewitching tastes inspire inside my passioned blood, desire to fall under your magick’s power seduced beyond the witching hour.
your kiss is Parma Violets melting on my tongue reminding me of penny sweets from when my world was young sherbet dabs excite my skin from your powdered embrace and is that melting caramel I dare on your skin taste?