| And she rides the never world of her own majestic mountain. |
| And
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| Remembering the snow and the demons, she flies… Across a
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| Scarlet forever, with a shimmering more divine. |
| The witches ride
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| The sabbat, just a breeze across her path. |
| The breath of unborn
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| Gods blows in her hair, and she runs to meet the night. |
| Against
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| The shallow consecration of the spiders sigh, drinking the silver
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| Through her veins, a starry sanguine alive. |
| She can’t ever come
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| Down, ever come back, she’s not here. |
| A pitiful lust of the
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| Common, clawing at her, screaming, but only you can see her. |
| She
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| Dances the pentagram ablaze, lit like the fire of hell
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| Spontaneous and natural, the kundalini of the soul. |
| Come into my
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| Parlour, the temptress red, the blood of the moon washing to
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| Cleanse of death
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| An anthem requiem for the refuge of the souls, the chosen come
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| The willowy silence of the grave, the sight of the new time, the
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| Tombs damp and waiting like the serpents of the earth
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| Quiet lucid sighing, a gateway like no other, deep and dark and
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| Mystic in the lure of the ending. |
| Monstrous halls of her mind, a
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| Labyrinth dark, consuming nothing and creating the web. |
| An abyss
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| Of sorrow, weeping in the battles of ghouls and laughter, run to
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| Penetrate the storm. |
| She comes like the new death, the lost
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| Transformation, the circle of the dimension invisible. |
| And her
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| Consciousness passes between rats, biting between traps, she
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| Wants it no more. |
| Forever knowing above the height of the wind
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| The view of the nightshade differs, as the moon fires the path
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| Silent. |
| She rides her own majesty. |
| Quiet lucid sighing, gateway
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| Like no other, deep and dark and mystic in the lure of the ending
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| But as the sun dies with forever, her crown grows evermore |