Beauty enfolds the ****** soul.
Alas the soul cannot perceive the presence it holds.
The soul is not virginal.
A deep breath held fast in the darkness.
Drowning in a waterless chasm.
The soldiers of fortune spilled all their coins.
They're melting in the furnace of hell.
There are bits and there are pieces.
The pieces got more broke.
Fragments of once, as mirror shards of memory.
And once again I breathe.
(C) LIVVI