Despite the lack of vision, the floors below had felt familiar and, in a strange sense, even comfortable. The journey to the uppermost floor, however, proved unsettling, despite her willingness to undertake it. Accompanied by a quartet she knew nothing...

Let me be your Juliet, standing proud upon the balconyGolden hair a crown of fire as it’s kissed by the sunDistracting you, the sweetness of your adoration forgottenAs you gaze heavenwards, lust burning in your loinsYou came to woo me...

Slowly descending, testing each step with my bare toe, the darkness so complete that I am effectively blind. It serves to heighten my other senses. Beyond the narrow wooden door at the top of the steps, faint conversations against a...