My arms are empty now. / My heart is full, and how / Can I let another moment pass? / I cannot let a moment pass, / Without telling you…
The Short Barrage of Ormo
It was he who charged the velvet gates, / And peeled the peach into the light.
Mockery of the Ormo
Let us sing the songs and praises of the Ormo.
“Oh, but all the hells! / Tell the priest to ring the bells!” / The people heard the mayor yell, / As her shadow passed his doo…
I could say I have my reasons, / And tell you I meant this to be. / Or simply speak the truth, / In the hopes that you may see.
Get out of the damn street!
What’s that creeping, sneaking, / Through the grove of angry trees? / The taint of evil visions, / Painting shadows on the breezeR…
Shadows on the Fog
There are ghosts all around us, / Our deeds and words they log, / Spectres of our darker sins, / The shadows on the fog.