aweaken from the deepest dream
she who prone through heaven and sky
hecatombs trending a frivolous shine
as pouring seeds of gloom and grey towards the howling night

conjuring haste, fearless she ventures
inside the threshold raving like a scornfull tide
her lament drowse her skin and her mouth
to insolently woo them inside the vail of her ribs, of her eyes

infecting with tremors from the very soul of her glide
tormenting the flesh of those who persist to abide
to retrieve the grace of that which perish
at the gallant vilemous haul of her endless prosession

and carelesly she rest
parasite and dissised
in a fragile groove of hest
copering drose in the sleeping plea

she would prize a gesture
to a mournfull sight
beyond a rascal poingtant
beyond the paleness of the sky

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