Beautiful Thorn

Ivy kissed the shadows, as morning lusts for deed, (s)he, with lips of sweetest pain, lies in wait for you. With the death (s)he went away, before the mist veiled the earth. Hosting remained, except the wounds the only gifts for her... "For themselves they should despair, when our graves lie in silence but we'r e not there; when there are voices close to your ear, but no reflection" haunts the mirror... "With the daring me went away before mist veiled the earth, nothing remained except the wounds; the only gifts of me and her...