The Bane...where coxswain's dirtand seaman's shirtsbrushed bawdily upon her chest...

Lollypop...the passion contained merely kissesplaced upon lips, neck and cheekthese young lovers of the castleof which our fairytale speaks...

RebukeObstinate regressionbringing untold pathsof deep dark forebodingdepression...

The Inner Self...What makes us who we areshould be glorifiedpersonifiedand sung unto the stars!

Nothingness...there in this placewhere nothingness takesbut for the glimmera steadfast shimmerall would be consumed...

Cradle of SolitudeFor we know not why our tribulationsare given as suchour fragile formscreated from the dust...

PartingOne is strong, a child now grownThe other weak, a parent aged-The strong once feebleThe weak once mighty-Time, the infinityhas marked them...

Pour Into My Spirit...spread your arms around meconsole me and keep me close -wield your mighty swordto vanquish all my foes...

Git'er DoneThey beat their swords upon their shieldsTo no beast or man would they yield