She begins as a Scherzo in the darkness.

Soft as the scent of a flower in the desert.

She manifests in your dreams with a vengence that cannot be ignored.

Her scent pervades your waking thoughts, and drives your reason.

Her only desire that you drink her in so she can fill your veins with the warmth she promises.

Like Swedish ivy she extends her hand and wraps around yours as a lover.

You move she moves your Dark Mistress of the glass relentless in her pursuit.

Lest you loose yourself in her eyes you call her name "EGO" and shes Gone!

Flamma Constringitur.