Excerpt

Cursed to breathe within the existential realms

of sacred beauty and of sacred death

I am a sad forsaken inmate of the night

I exist in broken form and crawl among the refuse

of the city in her tomb of joyous plague

and I shall fall into this nest of darkness

with concrete as the haven of my salvage

but I am as unyielding to the wisdom of her torment

as I am faithful to the spirit of my quest

to hold

The Bleeding Angels