Requiem for my in lies drowning soul
Up, in the ancient arch of circling stars I see
flowers of shadowful night
enwrapping lands beneath.
Napping in eternal pride
of beauty and peace.
Enchanting devouring touch
of pain for which I bleed.

Out of their throats of screeches eternal prowl
- a Requiem for my in lies drowning soul.
Silent woefalls of tears whispering pain,
dreaming
in the cradle below the leaves-circling veils.

Death in their words,
wrapped in tricky smiles.
Blackened are the swords
which are swinging by their thighs.
Mounts of their pride
are rotting to my eyes.
Grace buried inside
by their malice and despise.

Out of their throats of screeches eternal prowl
- a Requiem for my in lies drowning soul.
Silent woefalls of tears whispering pain,
dreaming
in the cradle below the leaves-circling veils.

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