Airbrushed with a miser’s touch
Dissolving in its own prophecy
Damocles’ sword looms above
Isolde’s fatal elixir of love
Carvings of the silence deep
A hymn to what we build
Creativity blooms at night
When Sirens’ voices fade
Ghosts fall from their grave
Onto sidewalks with shadow
Gathering to the dance of death
Bathed by Mars in blood of doomed
Of a thousand unborn dreams
An hour that never runs dry
Nightly visions and premonitions
Conjured at witching time
Dissolving in its own prophecy
Airbrushed with a miser’s touch








Blending of ink and two minds, touch the palate of a kind. It was a hoot, my friend.
Yeah, this was a delicious collaboration! It calls for repetition! Thank you, my friend!
Powerfully penned, Elke & Adagio. Excellent collaboration you two. Appreciate you both.
Damian
We thank you very much for your kind words, dear Damian!
Another amazing collaboration. Great work here!
Thank you a thousand times for your kind comment, dear Keith!