Can you foretell of the
death-like the hound? after...

The answers look
at questions, like sparrows...

Light digs up the hope.
You appear like pure flint...

I take a lesson
from you O god, before...

You can see whole
world in my mouth. I start...

Dying red leaves were
ready for a blitzkrieg. The spectre...

You were not sin.
Pain interrupted to trigger...

Inquiring myself
to understand the goddess...

A mysterious nudge
wakes an idea in you...

When will you go
in dark to explore the yawning...