The two boys had bathed their souls in the sea-breeze, and their eyes in light.

I sat in a bar last night
Drinking, yet sober.
All around me the nightlife swirled;
People spoke to me,
But I didn't really hear them,
Girls flirted,
But I didn't really respond,
Music played,
But I didn't move to its rythmns.
Why?
Prey was there for me,
But I didn't take it.
Why?
Perhaps because what I really missed
Was you:
The Dark Angel,
The cup-companion I always needed,
Partner in adventure and restless search
For amusement.
Now I sit in a big empty room

Eyes open
Awake the cries die
No more now a echo in the mind

Blink
A flash
The dreams last crime

There
Wound wide
Pupils black total, wired

Moan
Wither
Back to the dream to die

Mind so full of pain it would break at a sigh
Rigid cold in the blackness short cries
Short gasps and moans , a breathe trying to find
A tender hand upon the brow slide

Flinch
Jaw clenched unable to release the pain
Not willing to
Safety in its certainy
Keeping the demon feed thus

Ernest conducted Ethel Brandenbourg to his room and helped her to remove her cloak.

While he was placing the garment upon the back of a chair, she slipped a little key into her hand-bag. He looked at her with a question in his eyes.

"Yes," she replied, "I kept the key; but I had not dreamed that I would ever again cross this threshold."

removed as per the request of the author