Who Will Grieve For This Woman? Does

My Shadow Serves As The Friend I Crave

Real Tenderness Can't Be Confused, It's Quiet And Can't Be Heard.

But Here, In The Murk Of Conflagration, Where Scarcely A Friend Is Left To Know We, The Survivors, Do Not Flinch From Anything, Not From A Single Blow. Surely The Reckoning Will Be Made After The Passing Of This Cloud. We Are The People Without Tears, Straighter Than You ... More Proud.

All Has Been Looted, Betrayed, Sold; Black Death's Wing Flashed Ahead.

There Is A Sacred, Secret Line In Loving Which Attraction And Even Passion Cannot Cross.