Spring:
A naïve youth...

To become a pretty fairy
Is really a wondrous life...

Dearest Laura, my goddess renowned
Muse of the arts, forever shackled and bound...

Emotions spoken by my hands
Channelling chaste Hate...

Blow the autumn leaves away, beautiful crone
Blow the beauty of Leo's sign away...

A run-away girl
Annabel is her name...

Don’t hold my body made of warmth.
Don’t caress me with the hands that touched...

I always wake up terrified at dawn
Dreaming I was a leaping doe-eyed fawn...

Orange meets the blue
The sunset’s colorful mixture I adore...

My heart, a graveyard of lovers dead
My prayer mat is near the bedpost...

Tranquil yet stormy, a double edged woman she is
An element of Six...

The eldest twin of the elements,
Wild yet reclaimed...