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In the night I spoke your name in a whisper

you replied with a thundering animosity

it was so intense I couldn't hear...

will you please come again

Ears rupturing at the message

such a heavy blessing, it almost cursed

My blood expelled from my weakening veins

will you accept my hollow shell,

attacked by the inane.

Never wanted to match your splendor

a thought so unfathomable,

laughter and tears in the same motion

this jester has left your courts

for a short while, proved to be far too long

Will you accept my hollow shell

attacked by the inane

rotten scowls of impiety

virtue taken as hoax

cackling beneath the shelter of disguise

so deadly....

Trickery through false emotion,

witchcraft by flattery

lights are dimmed, and candles they burn...

This spark will fade in the end..

This spark is fading...

Haze...wax like tears

pools of paraffin reflecting a dying light

teasing the darkness to conquer.