Hell fairies - Nadia

Burn flame burn !
Feed my soul's quick light
With stolen fires
Of delight

Ringlets of longing
steeped in soft subtle dreaming
Buttressed by the shiny
papers that the natives
find to paste the soul

's gaping abyss of dark and noxious paths

All the while
raising heated fumes from the soul's
once-moderate and muted grace

Poetic -Nadia

Words are like
many colored ribbons
lying in wait
to be woven in subtlety

Lordly Decay - Nadia

They are kings of the dying earth
Riding high on the bones of the dead

Black is the Color of my True Love's Hair

as sung by Nina Simone
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
I love the ground on where he stands
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair

Oh I love my lover and where he goes
yes, I love the ground on where he goes
And still I hope that the time will come
when he and I will be as one
when he and I will be as one
So black is the color of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair