A Perfect World Or A World Destroyed,

As If The Night Had Said To Me, ‘you Are The Night And The Night Alone Understands You And Enfolds You In Its Arms’ One With The Shadows. Without Nightmare. An Inexplicable Peace.

Because," She Said, "that Is What Men Would Call It. They Invented Satan, Didn't They? Satanic Is Merely The Name They Give To The Behavior Of Those Who Would Disrupt The Orderly Way In Which Men Want To Live.

Like All Strong People, She Suffered Always A Measure Of Loneliness; She Was A Marginal Outsider, A Secret Infidel Of A Certain Sort.

The Spirit Who Inhabits Her Animates Us All. Destroy The Host, You Destroy The Power. The Young Die First; The Old Wither Slowly; The Eldest Perhaps Would Go Last. But She Is The Queen Of The Damned, And The Damned Can't Live Without Her.

And He Would Listen, Making Only A Few Comments, Always Sympathetic, So That When I Left Him I Had The Distinct Impression He Had Solved Everything For Me.