

PhoenixScarlet hair Emerald gaze Skin pale against the night She comes to steal my soul through my veins Drop by drop The Immortal Phoenix! Rising Roseate, fiery Reborn from my ashesPhoenix


The Golden Age of EmpyreDreams And Memories Of Byzantine Gold FadeThe Golden Age of Empyre
The sun now sets
On that which
Once spanned
The seven corners Of my Mind
Shadow and Form Intellect and Emotion Silver and Light Pain and Fear Blur to cold numbed Night
Eons we had
Or so thought I Until the Imperial empyreal Fell
No matter
Better to serve Her
On bloodied knee In Hell
Forever
Than to lead in Heaven For a day
And Serve I did! And Serve I SHALL!!! Even in Exile &


Ghosts and JaguarsGhosts and Jaguars Dance in the dusk Trying to capture Fleeting glimpsesGhosts and Jaguars
Of Dances past
Headwounds and opium Fog and moonlight Warm blood against
The clammy dampness Of the cold ground
Rendered lifeless
By claws obsidian
Memory now only A fading candle
But lust burns
Bright still As Ghosts and Jaguars Stalk
One for existence The other for flesh In the realms of Tartarus
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Bob Carlos Clarke said of his wife Lindsey once "It takes a strong woman to be with a man that is obsessed with photographing the woman at the next table...."
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"I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim."
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