Neath the darkness of a velvet sky
She sees with amber eyes of dawn,
Beyond a veil of nightshade lost,
She comes adorned of sorrow’s bane.
Her gown that flows with evening’s kiss,
Its tresses marked of Decay
Into the night to a lake of sorrow
I wander weary and alone;
Once I was told a tale of mourning,
Yet I slept before the Storyteller was through,
Now I search for words sung in the darkness
To wake me before my dreams are gone
Evensong sung amongst the shadows
Of a lunar promenade,
Ahh
The winterfullmoon shines bleak in the forest,
Where the trees must bear an ancient name,
And from their branches,
Hang my gallows…
With blood on my lips
I kiss the sky,
While here on Earth’s candid breast
I lay,
As the subtle essence of death
Wracks my machine, yet again,
And again,
…And again
Deep in the forest of night
Is a lake of sorrow
Where the hue of earthly beauty fades away,
There I sang a song of mourning
When Beauty kissed Decay
“Silent, she weeps in the night
For her burden of paradise,
gazing, her amber eyes of dawn,
Mourning the absence of death,
Of an equilibrium lost,
In a balance of Beauty and Decay”
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