A Petal Drifted Loose From A Great Magnolia Bloom, Your Face Hung In The Gloom, Floating, White And Close. We Seemed Alone: But Another Bent O'Er You With Lips Of Flame, Unknown, Without A Name, Hated, And Yet My Brother. Your One Short Moan Of Pain Was An Exorcising Spell: The Devil Flew Back To Hell; We Were Alone Again.