Black Death

Black Death, come not yet. Look you like Helen? I won’t come. Look not upon me with thy foul eyes that will kill as soon as they will look. Look away from, or look at, Black Death the dreams I haven’t lived, the people I haven’t met. They want to be lived, they want to…

Heaven and Hell

She’s got more blossoms than I have flames of fire. As in the depths of me the sinners suffer in eternal agony, I watch her open her heart to His noble men who were better than my dwellers on weary Earth. She is beauteous. In this moment, as I look across the vast distance betwixt…