Whatever their relationship, beauty, in its supreme development, leads to tears, inevitably, sensitive souls.
"Edgar Allan Poe"
darkness gives meaning to life...
Alone
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Edgar Allan Poe