-- Ca. 710 AD
Chattel gathered by the moon's sickle blade,
the centuries bleed into each other,
shattering angels of long-standing faith.
Something abode beneath this desert night
where limbic masters disrobed the shadows...
Then faithless blood became thick with throbbing,
slithering like mirrors of quicksilver...
Just for the feel of saffron-tainted skin,
serpentine flesh probed depths of viscera.
And twilight turned the color of conquest.