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I´ve already penned the crowning song

Where I´ll exhale my final sigh

For I grew weary of being the sad harlot of my dreams

Enveloped by the grim embrace

Of your deal

Too surreal

In shadows deep

Where you creep

My Inner sanctum had been defiled by thee

(Still), for far too long, I´ve been senseless

Numbed in the silent expanse of your absence

Eyes wide open staring the abyss of despair

Finally your voice shattered the stillness

A revelation echoed through the void

Once we merge as one

Soaring fowl in gyre

We will bloom afresh

We shall be reborn

What am I?

merely what I furnish

My Legacy?

Secret musings to be unfurled

Dreadfully

You'll venture into the unknown

When I Die

I shall be the one who prevails

in these ethereal meadows where mind deviate time

Devotion reigns, under my overrule

in silver-hazed mire

my cauldron simmers new inspiration

illuminated by the northern lights

In shall go a touch of melancholy

sprinkled with glooming sorrow

pinch of acrid chant

hint of desire faith and hope

with melodies I still control

I reign supreme in his dark dreams

For I am the mistress of dark arts

and he is but a player of my wicked heart

Smouldering ardor inside

kindles the blazing fire forging fervor

Igniting true passions, concealed

a tempest of emotions long unrevealed

Fabricating dreamfernal realms

where even the most rigorous spirit may stray and vanish in vain

Every step is taken as a leap of faith

In the amaranthine labyrinth of timeless mist veiling scorning wraiths

it is haven, it is home for the cursed forlorn of perdition

Once we merge as one

Soaring fowl in gyre

We will bloom afresh

We shall reborn