The Cost of It All

I fell in love with a mystic priestess;
her tresses and curls were the light of the Stars.

Her eyes were the brilliance of every horizon
and above every angel she held up the bars.

Into her heaven I dove into madness
and into the flame of her depths I despaired.

The glory and wonder of all of life's sadness
became so infused that my mind was full dared.

Into the stream of the cosmos of dreams
the swirling dark nature of fears

I broke and I shattered but what did it matter
revealing the mirror of tears.

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