Transfixed by your stained soulAn icy wind of crueltySweeps from your heartOver our freshly dug gravesCracking the purity of the sky Silenced by the Sphinx’s riddle How good wombs borne such horror Bewitching our golden pastures Now long overgrown I reflect upon your obscurity Your opaque soul Through the depths a crimson stream runs frozen … Continue reading Untitled Poem 2 – Transfixed by your stained soul…