" Legend has it,
he could talk the sun
into setting. "
He's a tragedy the zodiacs still gossip about,
metal wounds glower by the fire,
flames sneering at druid flesh,
crystal bones are decaying,
wrapping willow branches along my neck~
Love isn't a prophecy.
Telling time to ghosts who cannot read,
these shadows ache in the pupils of sunlight~
Lupus showers us in dire blessing;
so start lighting the torches of war from Osiris,
he's illiterate in your dead language of poetry,
I can't help but notice you don't pick fights with death anymore.
There's no sunlight on this side of history,
spider webs become cave paintings to gods~
look north for the tails of dragons and hurricanes,
cast your doubts to frigid chambers and feverish graves;
A prayer for the day we have no names to mourn,
His loyalty falters as autumn grows sicker.
You've melted golden eyes upon heavens in ink,
and he's crippling under silver lightning again;
masquerading demonic skin plastered in snow,
is a game you like to play to injure gods,
an incredible contradiction between love and lies...
Pick your poison wisely, wolf girl.
So there's been a few contracts with the dead,
I swapped my soul with Lupus,
bargained my sins with Sirius,
traded these miracles with Artemis,
as eight sapphire flames bleed this heart dry from it's curse;
Don't **** your hopes for the greater good.
Illusions are born when nightmares grow lonesome,
if the book of the moon spells traitor and betrayal,
then these sinister rouges cannot quell what's been written.
Our love song was a dark sonata drenched in lead;
discard the sounds that tremble in pianissimo~
An omen of war divided Yin from Yang.
I'm forcing fangs to ripen by first light,
while tricking secrets into fusing with fairy tales.
Auburn daggers whine to slither deeper,
into the spines of star crossed lovers;
beating on drums of moonlight to call me to this world;
Grief and mosaics relapse in my palms tonight.
" The birth of a lapis sword
plunged in the stone
of her wolven
"Sometimes love makes puppets of darkness out of all of us.*"
The crow ain't worth much.
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