2. Emily Dale Fansite

Moved by my passion,
through fragments of twisted faith,
and I stumbled through yonder point
where your name is engraved.
Sought a sihaya in the desert,
but found this chaser adorned
with crimson and gold for standing
in the midst of the storm.
Unnerved by your apathy,
staring callous through mine eyes;
swathed by what I
cannot attain
and degenerate my desire.
A crest of tresses hung loosely,
and down the rise of your gaze,
gasping between struggling dreams:
my weakness my strain.
Overthrown by your wings
and thrust into my own shell,
eager to pay homage to your eyes,
and then paint your face:
Katie Bell.
(2002)