An exorcist's black mist binds me within protruding spires,
Dreary heirs of maimed souls, desolate cages in which fear spirals,
I clutch their steel bars in place of her silk skin,
I miss the embrace of her enchanting gaze,
Her touch once injected within my veins a pale ember,
The gentle whisper of a laced kiss,
Heaven's bliss was concealed in her wine lips abyss,
The irate sorcerer carves into stone, "adolescere".