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Beneath the twilight sun
A young maiden stood,
At her conjugal altar,
Ardently awaiting her swain.

Through labyrinths of hedges, she at last him did spy.
In all his gleaming armour, how long she had yearned for this day.


Him she did follow,
Away from the altar,
And through worlds of mist so thick,
Whence the helpless sun does but shudder and flee.

Alas his tracks soon were lost,
As ghostly snow descended,
She wept amongst the banshees,
In the cold forsaken woodland.

But there remained a flicker of hope,
As torchlight she did spy,
And this
She followed…

Her legs grew weak though,
And ghostly clouds concealed her,
As she lay paralysed,
By Morpheus’ kiss.

Then from her slumber,
A cold embrace did awake her,
Such glee reborn as her eyes met her knight’s,
Forever safe in his arms.


But such merry fate would not meet her face,
For behind a countess lay,
Who with passion did taste,
Her knight’s betraying lips.

Closer they drew to the girl,
With a smile that made her lips tremble,
‘til her bridal veil swiftly turned,
To shrouded attire.


How she cried
As twin daggers bled from their mouths
And gnawed
Into her virgin flesh.

But her helpless cries
Were but a siren’s song
To the ears of the knight
And Countess

“Hush, sleep deep Endymion… and taste sweet immortality.
As I pour my potion into your cauldron
Behold this beauty… that only death could inspire!”

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