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Facedown I sprawl in the forest's cathedral |
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Where she lies in thrall |
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To a slippery coffin |
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I first saw her grin in this graven lair |
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My heart starting to canter |
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Snow white skin and raven hair |
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Lips full red as a blood decanter |
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But hatred hunted there |
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In tyranny's mirror |
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Magickal rites |
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Turned with jealousy |
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On a young reflection |
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Back then spring's breeze sweetened the night |
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Now the evenings are longing |
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Shadows delight |
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And the frost on her pillow |
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Glitters by the moonlight |
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Months saw my lost to her elegant, decadent ways |
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This past midnight cinderella |
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With a smile like the winter sun |
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On a misty day |
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And star-grazing eyes raising cappellas |
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But poison stunted there |
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Seven trees weaving |
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Arbour on nights |
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Spent in ecstasy |
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Neath their woodland awning |
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She fell foul to withcraft's designs |
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A weeping willow |
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Wicked willed to sleep |
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There's frost on her pillow |
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At the cost of mourning |
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Now the lands fall grey, devils revel and obey |
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A cruel beauty drifted from a dark novella |
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The queen of hearts tarred |
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By the cards she's swift to play |
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In turrets over all where angels smell her ways |
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Our fairy tale is over |
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My love lies dead |
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The kingdom writhes in a red dementia |
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Misadventure strides instead |
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A sore, wilde picture like Dorian Gray |
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Pressed against the glass in pain |
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One final graven kiss to say |
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My love I will avenge |
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Those fleeting hours of flowers bloomed |
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Beneath the tree-entangled moon |
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Why did you have to leave so soon |
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My illuminary friend? |
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But hated hunted there |
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In tyranny's mirror |
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Justified spite |
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Turned armageddon |
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On a stunned reflection |
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Back then Hell's freeze strangled the night |
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Summer is coming |
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New flames ignite |
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And the frost on her pillow |
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Is lost to the morning light |
