Night's Master

Go nowhere on a horse that fades, for your dreams will betray you.

and their days make no story for they were good and joyful and without event

Dawn rose from the desert and turned the river to wine

Go nowhere on a horse that fades.

When the night burned its cloak in the sunrise...

Flat or round, there has always been hate in the world.

(Oscar) Wilde is surely one of the most erotic writers who ever lived.

hatred and jealousy must find a tongue; only the creatures which never feel those things have no need to talk.

Having told of so much beauty, how is it possible to tell of her? There are no words left on the earth in any tongue that will do. Such words vanished from the world when it shook itself free from the ocean of chaos, in a cataclysm that reshaped it like one of the balls small children throw in the air at play.