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So fell the night atop the eternal hills I seek

The moonlight danced along her lucent wings

Under skies dismantled by burden I walk

In the subtle current of her eye’s mystique

Here the shadows are full of whispers

Dusk reigns o’er the welkin’s grief

And quietly I disappear

Within the shroud of our Eden bereaved

O’ blackest of seas, I heed to thee

Dust from thy heavens envelop me

I bid you these limbs though torn and weak

Hear my cries and gift me sleep!

A white lustre takes hold of my hand

To lead me blind abound the breathing dark

Through the pale shade of our solitude and pain

Dissolving the winter that befell my heart

Here the shadows are full of whispers

Like a nightingale do they sing

And quietly they disappear

Within the shroud of my undying dreams

In the everlasting melody of this silence

The falling sun sears my love in the clouds

As I gather the broken pieces of my reflection

In the rapture of her restless and tender stare

Where my end is found