The Northern Lights Rise Like A Kiss

Whose Hearts Must I Break? What Lies Must I Maintain? - Through Whose Blood Am I To Wade ?

I Found I Could Extinguish All Human Hope From My Soul.

But, Truly, I Have Wept Too Much! The Dawns Are Heartbreaking. Every Moon Is Atrocious And Every Sun Bitter.

The Northern Lights Rise Like A Kiss To The Sea

It Is Wrong To Say: I Think. One Ought To Say: I Am Thought. I Is Someone Else.