The practices of a decadent society
An extravagant waste of intellect
Worship by means of disorientation
Dazzling the mind and destroying the
Sense of reality blasphemous and carnal
Remaining the night saved by sin
Crazily rocking a silent barbarian woman
Rebuking a lifetime of relevant living
I am the whore and the holy one
Beneath her garment beneath her
Complex metaphor is history
A shadow flits before me,
Not thou, but like to thee:
Ah Christ, that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell us
What and where they be.
— Tennyson
I was last night in
The Meads of the Fold
The Meads of the Fold
The Meads of the Fold
I was last night in
The Meads of the Fold
Dancing with the
Beguiling One
who does not belong to this world
but to the world beyond
She was seen toward the middle of the last decade in her usual disheveled state in the neighborhood of a nearby public house. She never answered when spoken to and often vanished mysteriously. She finally disappeared for good when a man who had been harassing her was found mutilated, his corpse lying in the street close to her favorite haunting place.
A young woman named Marion Bonnington who was out walking near Hamstreet in 2014 captured perhaps the most graphic depiction of the ghost in a photo she sent to her sister in Seven Oaks. Bonnington was never seen again.
A Leak In The Safe 