| The Asp The asp spoke with forked tongue the marriage of the myth beyond this realm as eyes painted black for love lover and host when silk unravelled becomes strongest thread still to shimmer made through and through this passion Lust is but a slide upon the pillows of comfort becoming soaked the poetry of it all is within the weave of solid potion real to the touch where all else is but a dream an offering to age old belief that one must give the ghost his due ending in two tiny beads Dark Mistress � 2002 |