-I embraced the grave, the hollow, the crossroads, and the lonesome places where stone and ivy numbers those who have passed. I walk with shades in strange places, and revel in ecstatic rites in orphic visions. In moist dark earth do I leave my prayers, and by dark of the moon do I walk. In that time I freed myself. I let fear drain away, while I welcomed the taste of the night on my lips. Though I may fall, I rise again and again. I am the unbroken and unconquered, and my lives are as numerous as the seeds of the pomegranate. As the Phoenix rises from his funeral pyre, so do I live again.-