Down, down, downlay me down in the garden of evilbeneath waning moonlet night chill our fleshsilence the days complaintwith songs of wildlife consorts.We become realwhen the artificial worldnumber sequence falls awayto stretching of bonesand dancing of skin suits claw, fang, fur exposed.I morph into golden eyed sphinxmy false knight wields stolen spear and shield. ShallContinue reading “The Answer Is Always Man”
Carmilla Dawn 