The moon surges and falls, plucksThe tide with velvet fingersFor eternity, and yet the flaxen sand twistsWithin its glass cage. The hourglassswells with corpses. The silkenviolin’s lullaby titillates, floodsThe feverish air. The devilish...
The moon surges and falls, plucksThe tide with velvet fingersFor eternity, and yet the flaxen sand twistsWithin its glass cage. The hourglassswells with corpses. The silkenviolin’s lullaby titillates, floodsThe feverish air. The devilish...