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LETHEAN ROSE (co-written by Jade-Pandora)

A sound of rain upon the water
Washing out the world I left behind
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This morning of magenta, another
Upon shoulders of eve, wept the light
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And from the stream, magnolia petals
Dew-laden, like distant memories
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Or perhaps, like rust upon metal
Porcelain symbols of life bereaved
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It hangs from my neck, still
Iconography, beckoning my affinity
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Her semblance, fairest that she was
Yet swathed in sorrow, held an ossuary
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And a shadowy hand in hers...
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And I knew that perdition was surely mine
But of what accord do I haunt the slopes?
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I long for flowing current's dream
Of wind and rain and gentle sigh
Upon my earthly body streams
To have your breath within me rise
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Before thy soul sank shadow deep
Within an ornate tribute room
Thy body, bones, within its keep
I felt your presence in this womb
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Like a hidden face, Lethean tapestry
In the gasp of a moment, invection
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The mirror that lies that she could see
She was paler yet
As if birthed within its reflection
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I could wrap around her my vapour arms
And through her�
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Where we are so close, but oceans apart
An embodiment of my surging grief
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I do not wish thee stray, my lord
To cause upon thy death this fate
For you will find a way to go
To Hades river Lethe's gate
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Thy trial will surely leave you dry
And down upon the shore you'll kneel
To cup the waters to imbibe
And not remember how you feel
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And what remains of our Winter's white
All stained by this equinox epitaph
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Snatching at the Summer where we could lie
That our solstice never did bleed dry
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So far I have come to see you there
To solemnly caress your raven hair
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In a fit of misery I�d never leave
For life was just a reverie
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I've seen forgetfulness set in
On those who know not what it brings
To quench a thirst, not where they've been
No bell would stir a single thing
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If I could cross the river Styx
I'd stay to wave thee on to me
So I may help your mind to fix
The tragic loss of memory
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Our abode�
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By overture of dust, crestfallen
As you dance with death itself
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And you would not question why
In the blink of an eye
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You feel that aura capture you
The same aura you knew
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Wherein was your soliloquy
That which I intervened!
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And if there's nothing to my charms
To will you from where Death convenes
I'll find a way back to your arms
In ether's netherworld between
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In that damp air, deserted frame
Where daylight never felt the same
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Grief gave pardon to the bridge between
My soul was the toll, my darkness gleamed
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For the first moment since
We shared a glance she wouldn�t miss
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For in the end, bittersweet irony
The memory was mine�
And farewell was the word...
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Italics - UbiquitousVoid
Normal - Jade-Pandora