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An ashen haze

therein a weak mind resides

Obscured and unjust

A man’s black thoughts

weep bleak pearls

O, unbroken daughter - a will to invite

Vaguely shades and shapes appear

A strange one clad in mist and woe

Ruins, rest and dreams of wax.

Resounding with stranger laments

these earthen limbs bleed in relief

Breaking from azure lips

a luring song of unchaste death

There will always be more than one of me

Seceding from flayed stars, the wish to die

Placid chants murmur of silver and rock

The bitter wine of spring.