In the dimness of days end,I glimpse a reflection in the glass I  do not know who it was, but he seemed familiar, forever lost; the memory of this face haunts me like a word on the tip of my tongue. Soon forgotten for another face for another day so many faces there have been. All that remains is just a familiar reflection  in the glass at the end of the day.

In my minds eye, entrusted in darkness; wrapped in black satin I find peace in dream. Through generations I slumber; wearing many faces. cursed the fire that rises from the depths of the horizon; forcing retreat of my beloved world, my peace. shining on chaos, giving life to the fire eaters; curse them may they burn in there flame. but for a short time I long for the cool fires of hell. then once again the  darkness finds its strength with vengeance devours the flame and its demon hordes. loving fingers of darkness caress my skin like black satin, My world, my peace, I'm home.

Vaguely lit by the summer moon of dark blue,  pierced with light;  the river murmurs, the devils paladins; lies in wait for more than a thousand years!      the evening shadows pulling faces, the hidden window. Of worlds on a journey, a thousand years sad ophelia. Has murmured its ballad, the paladins are dancing. Sighing around her through this horror of space. The black gallows moans, and to all these worlds his black puppets weep on her shoulder, of an eternal voice unfathomable space; I no longer felt myself, I have seen malstroms eternal, devouring the green azores, where the eyes of panthers trembled to feel, down into the abysses! the black gallows moans.