Her bouquets are wilted
Too long has she slept
Their cruel red
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Cthulhu dawn
Spatter the stars
Douse their luminosity
With our amniotic ret
Come distortured artists
Bitter things seek meaning
Even if they're madness to
Her Ghost In The Fog
The Moon, she hangs like a
I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall
Lay in state with the sad
Archangel, dark Angel
Lend me thy light
Through Death's veil
Til we have
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light
A swansong for ravens trapped
Oh, sweet Midian
I burn for thee at heart
Don't despair me
Come
