your name is a murmur in the wind your name is a gust of wind your name in the wind in the eye of the hurricane the wind licks your name in my ears that swallow the murmur of your name blown by the wind that kisses your...

I am but a sorceress of the night,wielding rhyme within my write,as I pen another transcending poem,while I let my wicked heart roam. With just a flick and a whispered word—no need for broom or black cat stirred—I transmute silence...

Here, have a spectacle.As suspected it's devoured in manner so predictable.Still hand reared, full force fed all poison is delectable Consumed, perpetual puppet shows punch drunk and dependable.As long as you are at the other's throats you're indefensible.We thank...