DeathUpon the brow, where beauty once glorious shone Now heavy comes death to be enthronedDeath
Where the sun blackened, shivering dies Rank and ichor heaps of soil rise
When crowns and robes of silk are gone Dually doth a king's decay come still upon
Oh Shattered SoulOh shattered soul scattered on the wind like fragile snowflakes flying lost and forgotten tragedy is your only friend and all else a strangerOh Shattered Soul
The LightWhat brings the world round to die again like the frigid cinders of our youth; cold, damp, and bleak? We yearn for passing when hope seems most distant; clinging fervently to our love in futile, furtive efforts to endure. What might finally bring out the sun to break the clouds and our silence? Be it not the wind, nor broken tears; but a cry of passion to cast the darkness off. And now will we rest in lighted slumber, sitting our heads in heaven's lap; and breath will come gently easier to bless us its new life... But ever still the monster roams in our midst...The Light
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