As I wander the night, standing closer to the edge as I gaze across the vast inky void before me... all I survey with my senses is the absolute nothingness of it all.

As I step forward, dangling my toes in to abyss, I feel the grating granite edges, cutting and biting my bruised flesh just enough to remind me I am still real.

As I glance over my shoulder, my red flaming locks blowing freely in wind I see shadows and forms undulating into each other in a manner making them impossible to distinguish, yet impressive to watch.

As I listen with strained ears to the deafening silence I begin to hear a howl of the underbelly of the night. The wind whipping her way thru the shadows to greet me in muted yet subtle tunes of melodic melancholy.

As I feel my skin prickle as the air thickens I wait anxiously for the cleansing force only she can bring...

As I my body begins to sway beneath the heavy cloak to the remaining beats of my now blackened heart. In it's own dance I drop the cloak and welcome her wonder.

As I turn to face the shadowy figures in my dance. My beautiful body shimmering in the shadows against the void. And it is then that within the night I realise the inky void may not be so vast.

As I begin to think a smile crosses my scowling face, I extend my outstretched arms into a mockery of a crucifixtion once hearlded and I let go of my foothold and begin to seemingly freefall into the night's embrace.

As I land with a thud upon the winter's hidden surprise the cold earth the void hidden I hear the crunching of leaves and the beating against my aroused flesh begins as she pounds my exposed body...

Here Comes The Rain...I love cemeteries at night.


Dedicated To My Beloved Master
For Without Him I Would Have Lost Me
To Him I dedicate this Song

No Need For Apologies.

I Am Always Yours.