Dual moon madness: I embraced love only to find her dead; death became an answer never sought yet always portrayed: pray, be ready for the lady in red, be ready for the narrow path, for the door without handle, for the faceless keyhole; hollow dreams kept me afloat, awake and aware of the coming tide, of the residual madness, of the missing I in what became the final stand; tender and tethered I left love behind, her madness moved mountains but not my mine; my mind set on moving beyond, to go where the wee lady spoke of seas without end, of a golden shore to set me free, and of an escape from her delusions of a me.
