The wane of my crescent fixation The moon she doth corrodes Thousands of voiceless faces Besmirch the darkened canopy This winters night, needful and torturous Has unearthed many secrecies Amongst caskets sealed forever I once believed Forgive my pessimism But I suffer only regret Committed to this loneliness no more The flames of my disbelief A silence among the deceased and foreboding This elegance entombed within these grounds Was not of my hands doing The malefic stars weep upon her resting place A loss Ive mourned for countless seasons And it were by the grace of God That I be spared this ill fate To be with her once more Engraved in eternal sleep The maelstrom of the night Her embodiment in the mist Death, ye heartless bastard Thy taunts shall not distress My grief begotten heart awakes In absence of her warmth But she will know the night air once more As my hand caresses hers How long since summers past Have the boundaries of life withheld? No more, the melancholy night beholds A burial gown, our night swept feet Shall tread And we shall immolate together Our ashes forever entwined My heart burns there too. [From Stephen Kings It]
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