Fierce angel mounted
women in the service
of the sun
Gunlight shouted
'cross the river of the storm
There were fine gentlemen
bleeding from their knees
There were elegant thieves
killed in context
Drifters of the sudden sort
fastened at the feet
She enters
fleshed in silk
and bound in silence.
women in the service
of the sun
Gunlight shouted
'cross the river of the storm
There were fine gentlemen
bleeding from their knees
There were elegant thieves
killed in context
Drifters of the sudden sort
fastened at the feet
She enters
fleshed in silk
and bound in silence.
