Bitter Hour Of Darkness;
Nebulous Crescent Of Twilight;
Bowing Down To The Lost Souls.

Vivid Blossoms Descend;
Indelible Cosmic Ambitions;
Riming Icicles Down My Face.

Dribbling Drops Of Doom,
Cascade About My Room.
Ruminating; I Writhe Under The Sheets.

Anxious Glances Uprise,
A Plaster Saint Or A Fallen Angel;
Entwining; Golden Tether Around My Heart.

A Yet Abandoned Lore,
The Days Of Yore,
Echoing Beneath The Shore.

Sayv Ilahsiav

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