A kind of stupefaction came over Henry Bannerworth, and he sat for about a quarter of an hour scarcely conscious of where he was, and almost incapable of anything in the shape of rational thought. It was his brother, George, who roused him by saying, as he laid his hand upon his shoulder, --

"Henry, are you asleep?"

When darkness falls
The beasts of prey
Call you from your shallow slumber
The Ancient voice
Echoes in your mind
And brings you sweet insanity

You feel the thirst
It's everything
Taking over body and soul

It's too late now
You can't resist
Begin your deadly dance

Now darkness falls
And the beasts of prey
Call you from your shallow slumber

Death and carnage
Sustain your being
And drown you in insanity

So long I've supressed this midnight hunger
And hidden from Night's dark embrace
I have not waltzed over Twilight's embers
Nor felt the moon's kiss on my face

And yet one look upon your hand's writings
Your drawing blood, and I am caught
They awaken, all my darkest cravings
And graces I had long forgot

And so I dance with light and shadows
I pray, and I am most afraid
For its from my tomb your visage tears me
Shreds all the safety I had made.

The summer was brief, and already by the middle of September many had returned to the pleasures of urban life. Ethel was among the first-comers; for, after her resolve to enter the life of the young poet once more, it would have been impossible for her to stay away from the city much longer. Her plan was all ready.

Lust is the absence of love

A causual f**k, somewhere, outside the mind

Beauty ties me in bonds of steel-studded leather

I crave the nights forged in blood

The highest pleasures to achive

Tears fall

Cascading over dried streaks of pain

..then,

Numbness falls

...with the crack of a biting whip.

I cry out