'Your face was like the photograph
Painted white
We didn't speak very often about it'
'And she was swathed in sorrow, as if born within its mask.'
'She, laughing and weeping at once: "Take me away...."'
'The bond we never spoke of, once stark and enticing, now slowly smouldering to dust.'
'Just one second, and I was left with nothing. Her fragrance still pulsating through damp air. That day came to an end, and she had lost in me her CREDENCE.'
'I have gone away.'
'The cold season drift over the land. The castles were all empty, asleep. Long awaiting their king. Beckoning 'round the bend.'
Eh, I'll do more later.