It is good to have such beautiful friends. A gift. A poem I wrote.
Shadows in the dancing lamplight flicker Dawns silken sublime sister Come inside my robe Golden empires holy slaughter Bleeding hand of the prophets daughter Leave me to the soft arms of the night Saints have found a better way So the tattoed angels say Oh come inside my long dark robe Farewell my sun crowned hoping bride And down he fell upon her dusky thigh Closed within the soft arms of the night