Asmodel – The Temple of the Holy Ghost

This subtle fire, this secret flame,
Flashes between us as she goes
Beyond the night, beyond the Name,
Back to her unsubstantial snows;
Cold, glittering, intense, the same
Now, yesterday, for aye! she glows
No woman of my mystic bed;
A star, far off, forgotten, dead. Продолжи со читање Asmodel – The Temple of the Holy Ghost

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