In this undeadly raven eyes
layes winterstones of buried flesh
once
held high by mortal men
holy and miserable
Then on my next
gravethrone
I choose the thoughts for each colour
thrown upon lovly
wall
for graceful visions and dreams
In the tunnel through
fantasy and madness
trancemagic of my dimension
silent as the
grave
By every passing curl
is each the shadows beneath
my glorious creations
Is my highest immortal
like the
roses feared
or have the flute
played us false tunes
in
broken glass
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