The room is darkened still; in faded golden wood surrounded, in heightened attic; still. And she on bed contorted twisted tight around his body He strained in bondage, screaming; She whispering with delight And twisted white cloth stretching, twined with flesh from out his body; crimson rays through dark distended to the spinning wheel, un-womaned Body shredded, peeled and twisted stretching more as time progresses wrapping far on wooden spindle on the spinning wheel, un-womaned Now retreating, vision fading; left in stillness of its horror focused in on life-force dripping from the spinning wheel, un-womaned