sweet Angel of the marshes
all immaculate and blue
what mystic bond is this
that keeps me running back to you
fair Lady of the swampland
full of blond and full of dread
what strange enchantment
keeps your fire burning in my head
o goddess of the city
standing taller than the sun
whose magick keeps me solitary
closed to everyone
and so i hide all racked with shame
for love that dare not speak its name
Little Flower Book by Wayne Myers