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.

verb

1. i am no stranger to tormentum, to cruciatu. i have become champion to my own mind, with dead languages on my tongue. Ego summitatem parietum and I will not be restrained again.

2. i choose to be unknowable, to be Intemerata. you must work to uncover my secrets, to comprehend my speech. my soul is not free to any who might stumble across it, as it once was. because of the past failures of others, anima mea constringitur, corrupta est anima mea.

3. calloused and consuevit i stare unflinchingly into the void. i almost welcome the glacies seeping into my veins.

4. pompous and presumptuous, is that what you think of me? you know nothing but my superficial mask. loqueris ad me and we shall see.

h.f.m.