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Weeping in the bleak, gray garden

Feeding (the) earth with caustic tears

Seeking (the) obsidian embrace of night

A corpse feigning as a soul

Sedated by the burden of presence

The corpse’s breathing slowed

One breath a season,

Sighing a winter storm

Thy Eternal funeral

But without burial

The wish of life: the only thing that dies

An end to forever

Who will grant death to the deathless

Knighted by the blessing of Death

The kingdom I look upon

Greets me with eyes

As empty as my own

Reaching out with something like desperation

Death guides my hand

Champion of ruin

Galloping a dread steed

The corpse turns his head

Towards the sun

Immeasurable forces that keep my body poised

In the posture of a corpse that lives and breathes