Some men know, some suspect, some admit, some deny, but all men fear the dark.
It's the secret they seek, the the rain they thirst for, the void they can't control. So she teases like a wanton whisper and drives them to the seas and skies, yet she evades their attempts to own her, as does the moaning earth beneath their feet. The dark belongs to Woman. It is the place she turns the base gold of men's dreams into spirit, light and majik. She brings forth life from the void.