| 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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| The 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 frost on her pillow
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| Glitters by the moonlight
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| Months saw me 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 witchcraft’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 gray, 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 fairytale is over
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| My love lies dead
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| The kingdom writhes in a bed of 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 flowers bloomed
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| Beneath the tree-enstrangled 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 hatred hunted there
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| In tyranny’s mirror
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| That 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 frost on her pillow
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| Is lost to morning light |