1 September 2012
Whispering to conspire, Tormented soul, tormented brains,
Held still - an arm the only move, A silvery light of the moon, blinkered by a passing cloud -
Suddenly two bodies, closer in the shadows, Still. Resisting, And Still, Yet burning eyes beckon to the other,
A flaming, contained passion lives in this blackened hell - Living apart, yet together, under some unblinking, torturous spell.
A Spell So Still • Opuss № I