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Enough

No more

This tired harvest

Has left me

Fallow

And from the dust

Resentment

Blooms

And when the nights are long

And we're far from home

You'll mourn for kingdoms

That can never come

And we'll wear the crown of thorns

To hold a rose for just a moment

In agony of Love

Feel our blood

In its silent ritual

Flesh torn

In bloody halos

Adorned

Body and soul

We'll wear the crown of thorns

To hold our roses

In agony of love

In silent ritual

And when all is lost

Your fealty is a whisper

Evaporating

Like the mists that hung

In nooses

on the necks of lilies

In the mist of the stillborn moon