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Nightshades dance upon daylight's decaying shrine

When ravenous dusk devours the ebbing apricity

Empowering the rubescent moon-hexed penumbra

To unfold its tentacles through wintry midnightmares

Clad in obsidian rapture, born from age-old putrescence

I whicken resurrected from lores of malignant sorrows

As the plaintive whispers are fed unto the winds

Gathered for a requiem etched in amaranthine sunset

Cruel restrictions I impose on lamenting tongues

Mouths sewn shut now bleed the words backwards

Slaughtered ebullience writhes upon my altar

Whilst I welter in eroding delights ripped asunder

Nightward I raise my palatial stronghold

Until naught but shadows grow unto the starless skies

Your feeble mind be my bread and wine

Obedient to the muse, ensnared in this horrid embrace

Bleak wastelands barren, blessed not with green groves

But by darkness shall your wretched dwelling be adorned

Gnawing at the bare bones of sanity put to knife

With lightless void I make the obsequious hearts replete

Clad in obsidian rapture, when all resplendence disintegrates

I return to the poisonous lores of malignant sorrows

As the throes of those relinquished from mortal agonies fade

Into a requiem etched in amaranthine sunset