I then searched every corner
Of that fate-forsaken town
But found no trace at all of her;
Best I let my sorrows drown
. Her lips the colour of fury,
Her skin, in the manner of old:
White as the billowing towers
Of cloud in the heartland of cold. A Goddess in Leather
We met on the dusty crossroads,
Of a nameless, silent town,
A place by fate forsaken
When the full moon wore a frown
. . I heard one of them say, “Look, she wasn’t wearing any knickers because she hasn’t got any
I then searched every corner
Of that fate-forsaken town
But found no trace at all of her;
Best I let my sorrows drown
. Her lips the colour of fury,
Her skin, in the manner of old:
White as the billowing towers
Of cloud in the heartland of cold. A Goddess in Leather
We met on the dusty crossroads,
Of a nameless, silent town,
A place by fate forsaken
When the full moon wore a frown
. . I heard one of them say, “Look, she wasn’t wearing any knickers because she hasn’t got any
I then searched every corner
Of that fate-forsaken town
But found no trace at all of her;
Best I let my sorrows drown
. Her lips the colour of fury,
Her skin, in the manner of old:
White as the billowing towers
Of cloud in the heartland of cold. A Goddess in Leather
We met on the dusty crossroads,
Of a nameless, silent town,
A place by fate forsaken
When the full moon wore a frown
. . I heard one of them say, “Look, she wasn’t wearing any knickers because she hasn’t got any
Captured In Street Clothes