| Nightfall, in thrall
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| I call her beauty to me
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| Whose ebon-lidded eyes excite
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| Shadows to wander through me
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| Whose kiss glittered with sleep
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| Is a thief come after dark
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| To steal away the leaden wreaths
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| From my cemetery heart
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| Thrilled to see the light
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| Bruise-reddened, silhouetting
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| Murder sites
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| As dusk attends her son’s blood wedding
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| Spilt across the skies
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| In reefs of omen
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| Licking flames and pagan rites
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| The night awaits with baited thighs
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| Start this artist darkness
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| Yearning now to start this
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| Burning as an artist
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| Turning on the darkness
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| Dizzy looking up with pervertigo
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| A sewer deity of recrement
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| World below
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| I’ll make you pray
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| I spy with wicked lips
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| The cream of mortal kind
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| Committing their sins
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| Their penitent skins
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| To the harems of my mind
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| Prey
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| Thrilled to breathe tonight
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| The sultry air of graces
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| Passed in flight
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| Like birds of May with playful faces
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| Fills me with delight
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| Their crystal skirts
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| Spun from stars, worn tight
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| Wink of fists in wishful places
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| Start this artist darkness
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| Yearning now to start this
|
| Burning as an artist
|
| Turning on the darkness
|
| Dizzy looking up with pervertigo
|
| A sewer deity of recrement
|
| World below
|
| I’ll make you pray
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| My whims like smoke in summertime
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| Writhe atop the blooms
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| Committing their thin
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| White Catholic limbs
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| To the cloister in my room
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| You see I need
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| To feed my dreams to order
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| To be agreed
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| With the beast in me
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| That bleeds their borders
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| Prey
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| Nightfall, in thrall
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| I call her beauty to me
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| Whose ebon-lidded eyes excite
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| Shadows to wander through me
|
| Whose kiss glittered with sleep
|
| Is a thief come after dark
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| To steal away the leaden wreaths
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| From my cemetery heart |