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LOVE DEATH DEPRIVED
art thou in meander
beloved, beneath the silver moon
boon to Hecate
nay, slave
in darkness dine
and I deprived of thee
hath thou courted him
with thy taunt
for scytheman be not spurned
after thy simper of need
thou sealeth thy doom
in death, yea, the yoke
of destiny
or hath thou scorned my love
beloved
thine eyes turned
away from mine teary countenance
for I Jealous of strange attention,
swiftly hath forsaken thee
and turned once more
to behold thee
gone
into the mist of time
with thine own sword
shalt I chant thee
into being, beloved
for death return no souls
grip they tight
with hardy talons
struggle now, but thou shalt not rise
O death shalt I sing to thee
with this dagger
to be with my beloved
mine breath grows cold
wherefore art thou...
the night draweth nigh.
beloved, beneath the silver moon
boon to Hecate
nay, slave
in darkness dine
and I deprived of thee
hath thou courted him
with thy taunt
for scytheman be not spurned
after thy simper of need
thou sealeth thy doom
in death, yea, the yoke
of destiny
or hath thou scorned my love
beloved
thine eyes turned
away from mine teary countenance
for I Jealous of strange attention,
swiftly hath forsaken thee
and turned once more
to behold thee
gone
into the mist of time
with thine own sword
shalt I chant thee
into being, beloved
for death return no souls
grip they tight
with hardy talons
struggle now, but thou shalt not rise
O death shalt I sing to thee
with this dagger
to be with my beloved
mine breath grows cold
wherefore art thou...
the night draweth nigh.
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