Against Necessity, Against Its Strength, No One

But When Once The Earth Has Sucked Up A Dead Man's Blood, There Is No Way To Raise Him Up.

When We Sleep The Soul Is Lit Up... By Many Eyes, And With Them, We Can See Everything That We Cannot See In The Daytime.

For In Pure Maidens, Knowing Not The Marriage-bed, The Glance Of The Eyes Sinks From Shame.

Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.

There Is Advantage In The Wisdom Won From Pain.