Seeming alike yet not the same....
Rain, you are more than rain to me.
And Lash of Pain may be a Key.
Ope, then, the door and tread within.
The double Door of Good and Sin
Is vanquished. Lo, with bread and wine,
The table’s spread! The feast is Mine!
LOVE IN THE ABYSS
Amidst the buzz of bawdy tales
And the laughter of drinking men,