| Like a wound in night’s flesh
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| The baleful eye of a gibbous moon
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| A foaming mouth
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| Yawned in the sky
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| A gaping hole
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| In the canvas of black
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| Foreboding doom
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| Enigmatic glow of burning flames
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| Encaptured in a sacred shrine
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| Unspeakable yearnings of my heart
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| Inflamed with love for the divine
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| An entrance to the void beyond
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| Entranced by the splendours obscured
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| Ominously enchanted by the wonders
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| That hide behind death’s door
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| A pull that grows from nothingness
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| Like a wound in night’s flesh
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| The mysteries of the night
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| The beckoning whispers of the dark
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| Whirling mist surrounding the throne
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| Of the nightside’s ancient monarch
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| To become a tool of the burning truth
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| As day becomes night and love becomes hate
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| Swirling mist of the unconscious
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| Fathomless mysteries to contemplate
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| Connecting with energies of warped dimensions
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| Frozen in an ageless storm
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| Mesmerized by the swirling enigma
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| Exiles in time and space
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| Exiles of an age forlorn |