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Denizens of sylvan
hidden from the of man,
courtesans with sylph-like
to the pipes of Pan -
that echoed the ether
that soured the wings of halcyon,
songs to our life the meaning
that we lack now they gone.
the pattern ever changing
in the of fate,
weft and weave and
silken strands that -
a cloak to fit king and beggar,
those who rule and those that
are equalled in the that
all pay homage to this coil.
Icy grasping madly
get a upon my throat -
and slowly squeeze the out of me
on my words I choke,
afrantic prayer in
hope to make me whole,
a lapse of concentration
and the flee my soul.
and potions surge within me -
slowly and kill me,
terrified I stumble
the unknown.
Outside looking in -
feelings I find unnerving
dying with my wide open
and alone.
The endless that lies beyond -
with gaping it beckons me,
I cast my worldly aside and
into eternity.
Once light I departed -
on my hope courted me,
now a new is my true love
and her is misery.
Eyes as as midnight-ravens
that filled my mind with awe,
enthral my -
distract me from her milk-white
red with gore.
The that bound me are broken,
by words that were best unspoken,
for now I am to sadness
by chains that are with madness.
I plummet like a
shines so bright yet falls so far,
shafts of moonlight me
to the that waits below.
I seem in need of nothing
but rope enough to hang
Laughing through the gates of I go.
MY LAMENT
Contained a living shroud
my life-force and dies,
this weary heart grows
as the coins my eyes.
The has now been lifted
on an open door,
and through I see things
as I never before.
The hammer and the anvil -
in synchronicity chime,
#a so simple and complete
it no melody or rhyme.
Reforging all that I was -
they make me something new,
no longer trapped within this
but, and passing through -
the 'valley of the
far the 'summerland',
the wild-boar is my valour
now my life is in these -
that the seething couldron steaming,
stoke the of destiny,
gently me and re-shape me
all-wise of sorcery
The fetters bound me are broken,
by that were best left unspoken,
for now I am to sadness
by chains that are tempered madness.
the 'cup of happiness'
the wine of hoped sipped,
betrayed I the bitterness
of pain my lips.
Though I try to my sorrows
they will surely me first,
for swallowing my
won't quench thirst.
MY SOULS
In this light has faded -
becomes despair,
loneliness for a -
me everywhere.
I wander in
while the tears I have cried,
gleam like trinkets
you have then cast aside.

"Now hand-in-hand with
The mad run blindly,
but hunts you down
and rest he'll find thee.
No curtain conceal you
for the ghosts of all you
await you at your end
and, to you must answer.
The poisons born upon tongue
will never to slight me,
for I have delt with many and
your kind lightly.
Just as you sow so shall you -
and I my have plenty,
so sit ye down and eat your
now that your is empty."
The endless void that beyond
gaping jaws it beckons me,
I cast my worldly aside and
into eternity.
Once light hearted I -
on my quest hope me,
now a new is my true love
and her is misery.
as dark as midnight-ravens
gems that my mind with awe,
my heart -
distract me her milk-white hands
red with gore.
The fetters bound me are broken,
by words that were best unspoken,
for now I am shackled to
by that are tempered with madness.
The endless void lies beyond -
with gaping it beckons me,
I cast my worldly aside and
into eternity.
Once hearted I departed -
on my quest hope me,
now a new love is my love
and her is misery.
Eyes as as midnight-ravens
gems that filled my mind awe,
enthral my -
distract me from her milk-white
stained red gore.
The that bound me are broken,
by that were best left unspoken,
for now I am shackled to
by that are tempered with madness.
I like a shooting-star
that so bright yet falls so far,
of moonlight guide me
to the world waits below.
I seem in of nothing else
but rope to hang myself-
Laughing through the of Hell I go.
MY LAMENT
within a living shroud
my fades and dies,
this heart grows heavy
as the upon my eyes.
The latch has now been
on an ever door,
and through I see things
as I have before.

"Why do the mighty view the
syncophantic eyes -
Then to us they know what's best
pedastals of pride?
Don't the views of others
and them out of hand -
for when pillars crumble
tell me who will command?"