Rick Genest 1985 – 2018.
“O Damballa/lo we howl upon stars hung above/we soul cast down the well of stone/as fire laid betwixt two fates/of most drear less dire straights/each breath cuts ice as flesh is weighed/in front of deaths old narrow gates/where bold and brazen last rites crate.
“lo heed our wish of madness/deep from os/our prayers we kissed/so stern and cold/on metal shells/release by moonlight glow.”