When I am there The time to wait becomes all Time. A silent stream throughout the night Runs deep in dreams upon my skin.
from "Empyrean"
In Scotland night of boiling brew Unholy three called out my name. Greymalkin's spell foretold the truth Of bloody paths to Macbeth's fame. His severed head my purpose then, But eight are gone with one now waning.
from "Eight and One"
Snow has fallen here in Oz. My vision clears, the world is white. Bat-like fears are buried deep And the form that was me is dwarfed by time, A speck dissolved by fallen snow.
from "Snow Has Fallen"
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