Troubled as the sleeping ocean, fierce as the dying sun;

Ride those lustrous eyes of yours into the green flash for this is the end run.

Sunset horizon, head of a lion
Sunset horizon, head of a lion

A reminding symbol of its devotion, yet shunned again,
By an ending day who has summoned the lunatic son.

[W0rds]
For ever and a day Phoenix promises;
Parochial canticles dipped into blasphemy;
Simplex substance with no force in return.

[Act10ns]
My sanctuary a trysting place for legacies;
A royal visit to the words’ tombs;
The mystery of recollecting behaviourism of accomplished moments.

Manon de Zarobe