| Forlornucopial the wealth of misery
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| And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure
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| Deep swathes of gloom
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| That once cocooned me in dark livery
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| Now clothed me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure
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| Alas it’s true
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| The beast you knew
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| Found breath anew
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| In the heartstrings of love’s assassin
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| She was a huntress
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| And an alabaster bride
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| A Venus not averse to taking sides
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| And in all my centuries
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| Bar Carmilla in cerise
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| Never had I fallen save for foolish pride
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| As we walked, our affrighted lanterns
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| Fed the lengthy shadows with their tallow lullabies
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| The fragrant night air chilled by sighted phantoms
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| Clouds drew cobweb threads across a sallow moonrise
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| Illicitus
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| So capricious
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| Superstitious to the point of philistine
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| The glue of secrecy grew paper thin
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| Her beauty so delicious
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| In the realm of the divine
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| The cross about her throat gave up to sin
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| In expectation
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| Her lips to find
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| The crates were blazing in my stone cold cellars
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| That traitor love
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| Once it’s spell ran headlong through my veins
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| Now I felt it roar again
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| Like an urge for murder
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| … Her kiss
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| The paradigm of bliss
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| Hot whispers on the wind
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| In swanlike curves I graced salvation
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| Amidst both world I promised her
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| Eternity would be beautiful
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| Yet on the cusp
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| I still not truly dared
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| Her eyes plied hard a burning will
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| Beseeching on her knees
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| Like Salome unfulfilled
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| I hung between two thieves
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| Guilt and spilt desire
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| Until that flame became a fire
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| All consuming
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| With strength renewed
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| I turned again
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| Death all lit up by my perfect victim
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| And she grew
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| The scourge of men
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| They hissed her name in perverted dictum
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| Now we walk, our cavorting auras
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| Feed the lengthy shadows with their sullen lullabies
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| The fragrant night air filled with haunting chorus
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| Clouds draw cobweb threads across a bloodied moonrise
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| Illicitus
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| Illicit
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| Us |