(*) She...
Far away from herself
and lost in her eyes .
Her face of wax burns
above the tiny flame of her heart
Behind,
the screen of the entire blue
pushes her
into sadness .
Her silent voice through her lips
whispers " Nevermore " .
(*) Laquelle embrassa l'autre la première ?
Le mystère demeure rouge
entre lèvre et pétales .
Dans la mèche flotte
le parfum de l'instant .
Transparencies
Mirror, my beautiful mirror tel me...
Fair Lady
ESMERALDA
Prisonnière
My dream girl at stars end
Only close friend can bring solace
Morning glory for a beauty
They were four carefully chosen among the most talented and, more important, among the fearless. Placed on four cardinal directions around the Temple Tower of Zesh, each one of them had carefully painted on his own body the Sacred Symbols and received from the Priest the crystal of shadows and now, they stand alone at the brim of infinity for their night duty to contend the evil relentless approach.
The world around them gradually melted into an unconsistent realm of sheer feelings, moving shapes and swirling colours and above all, of dread and terror. The attack was sudden, violent but also seductive and a painful pleasure to evolve into absolute darkness and anguish. Then, she new that not all of them would survive. She fought hours after hours but at the brisk of dawn all her vital essence consumed she let her soul go.
At that very moment, among the people of Zesh a woman gave birth in pain....
The warden at the Gate of Dawn
La gardienne à la porte de l'aube
Crying
Barbarian Princess
Désir ....
