A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.

Why, You Could Wake Up Dead Tomorrow

Goddess-nurse Of The Young, Give Ear To My Prayer, And Grant That This Woman May Reject The Love-embraces Of Youth And Dote On Grey-haired Old Men Whose Powers Are Dulled, But Whose Hearts Still Desire.

I War Not With The Dead.

And Here I Am Using My Own Lungs Like A Sucker.

The Sex Is Ever To A Soldier Kind.