With quill and silver knife She carved a poison pen Wrote to her lover's wife : "Your husband's seed has fed my flesh" As if a leper's face That tainted letter graced The wife with choke-stone throat Ran to the day with tear-blind eyes Impaled on nails of ice And raked with emerald fire The wife with soul of snow With steady hands begins to write : "I'm still, I need no life To serve on boys and men What's mine was yours is dead I take my leave of mortal flesh" King Crimson - Letters Album... Lire la suite sur le blog ›
Cet article provient du blog Le Melting Pot De Soylent. Soylent est également auteur de Le Temps Des Jachères et (Re)Naissance.