Not God With Wine, Nor Death, Nor

Fall The Deep Curtains, Delicate The Weave, Fair The Thread.

The Heart The Heart The Heart How It Thrives On Hate.

When The Shingles Hissed In The Rain Incendiary, Other Values Were Revealed To Us

Ah Love Is Bitter And Sweet, But Which Is More Sweet The Bitterness Or The Sweetness, None Has Spoken It.

The Race May Or May Not Be To The Swift, But Tell Me, Is It Likely That The Fight Will Be Entrusted To The Dead?