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The flame burned steady, then flickered before death

The smoke, in pallid moonshine, enveloped all

With breathless words, she guided my hand

To spirits in the mist, that cursed my name

Such heart was given freely, yet is now one with dust

A pale song from the tongueless bird

Cast in vain, she will die, heart-wrenched in her hell

This wretched wight in all its fabled glory

A pale king stands among his slaughtered gifts

Such a warm embrace from the hand of death

Her spirit moved among the wheat stalks

As she bid farewell to me

Consigned to a memory, I will not forget

Though time may take me

Our time starved of meaning

A figure of beauty cast me aside

Awaken the devil inside of me

A split in my very being

No birds sing for me

The silence is a comfort

No more chaos, just solitude

And now I seek her forgiveness