wizard

through the foggy wind , under the lost sun
a stark outline in achromic merged
striding.....

towards minds :numb n scorched

none can hide , no destination escape
no curtains of distortion
surging....
firery flood : drowining in heat

the painful sharpness of his glare
the final answers
Towering...
look low: the WIZARD has arrived.

for you

to touch you is die

die to never be reborn

lost in those locks of hair

lost in your smell

my flaming tongue in your cave

my arms your resting stead

to hold you is to die

die never to be reborn

lost in time and space

in fantasy and the real

to rest on your burnimg heart

is to die never to be reborn again

king

king of the seven castles

i've lived for centuries

breathing soiled air

infertile waste

of rubbish cans

i have no inherent heir

Last Supper

Plates set up... forks laid
My graces all... said

Halls of eternity
Feasting Glee

I pull my chair ...take a deep Breath
For today I dine with Death !!

D' XIAN

There is , of course no patented way to do a Design, indeed and if there were such a way, I, lest of all, would lay claim to possessing it. But I do think that a consideration of the structure of the Design, of the interplay of part with part, of image with image, and an emphasis upon the way in which ideas are bodied forth and thus qualified as well as defined by the images might furnish a partial corrective to over-weening Outlook on social behaviour at the time and ideological emphases.

Come

Winged fantasies

Come if you must

Angels to Angels

Lust to Lust

My Satan

Xian save me from my dark side for in spite of adversity and torture, I in cold security of undoubted triumph will inflict the most horrible revenge upon my enemy - not from an mistaken notion of bringing him to repent of a perseverence in enemity, but with open and alleged design of exasperating him to deserve new torments.