For This Beauty, Beauty Without Strength, Chokes

Love, Why Have You Sought The Horde Of Spearsmen, Why The Tent Achilles Pitched Beside The River-ford?

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

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

I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt, Myself, A Shell Emptied Of Life.

Ardent Yet Chill And Formal, How I Ache To Tempt A Chisel As A Sculptor.