Black Faith

     How many have fallen from the fading wings of this feeling?  How many have fallen to deadly depths after achieving such tremendous heights?  While sailing the winds of passion...

"I'd swallow...

His Seed...

     His Roots...
          His Venom...
               His Truth...

"I'd open wide and take him...

So Deep...

     So Far...
          To the mountaintops...
               To the secret valleys of my soul...

     Coasting on what seems cosmic...kismet...simply crazy, caution is thrown to the same winds.  In the flight of ecstasy, a license lands in his lap.  Armor: disarmed.  Immunity: weakened.  Life: forfeited.  Strength: fading like the wings that carried me to oblivion.

How can trust, so black, be born from white, blinding light?

"Situla" by Exterface