I thought I could satiate her desire
to sip from mon chalice..

§weat on the back of this friesian
As she follows I into dusk

Haunting is the waning gibbous moon

That illuminates her path of lust

Pierced fog
not such could shroud I...

Mon clarity is met

winged she is?

§ilhouette of an Angel?

Ɗesire of a succu....