Centuries eclipsed since last I tasted the naked woods
Bowing to me in silent grace, allowing my gentle ravages
Beckoning me with its tiny points of light.
The mirrors I loved awash with the blood of a thousand spiders (again)
And alone into the lateness of the hour I cry.
In this coldness, my own ecstacies lie forgotten,
The delicacy I could not have perceived denied me.
Wolves remain shadows and the elegance of the lily,
The dewdrops on my hand, fade like lavender scent.

Roaming ancient towns to feed the child inside
Cannot change my weariness.
I need to feel the light and leave this agony
Drenched in the black that consumes me.
We will laugh again, if we return to the mansions together,
Reliving the orgy of knowledge we shared
And the fountain of beauty that enchanted me...
So far away.

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