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Slow

Through the dance of the curtains

The mist turns to my side

The rest is sweetest silence

Might I have treaded far too long?

A verse, a sigh forlorn

Horizons threatening to dawn

Once more

That voice shines through every wall

Bring the maladies of our yore

Weeping seraph sits on these shores

Cursed songs that foretell our fall

Wanton the punishment is borne

Nightly cast of desires torn apart

At the twilight of our hearts

That voice shines a thousand-fold

Bitter scenes of truths never told

With these grinning shadows’ return

Cursed songs they sing and we mourn

Empty the promise is reborn

Bring morrows forth, golden and vain

Pour fantasies from our veins

Bleed free from memories’ chains

That voice shines forever more

Hissing through hearts’ lair of thorns

May this scornful choir adorn

Cursed songs of passions unborn

Silent the dusk of dreams is unfurled

Swiftly

Through the dance of the curtains