Dark I of Light Graveyard

Hollow eyes –

caves of wonder and mournful secrets –

speak through the lips of lament.

Lay thy corpse before me,

that I bestow unto thee relief

and crown thee unearthed and acknowledged.

Gypsy, Queen of the Salt Realm of Melancholy,

come through the glass and don thy smile.

Sway in my arms, my beauty oriental,

be that wild mane of thine

the promise of love instrumental.

Take off the mask,

that our heartbeats echo as one,

and let thy mist invigorate me

upon this hour of self-induced demise .

Primal being,

give thyself to me in thy upmost glory.

Muse of my desires, my ghoulish sweet!

Stand by me,

and let us heed

the ancient calling of the Abyss.

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