Swallow the cries
Red slash drawn across pale pulsing throat
Blue mist before her eyes, are her eyes

You are blue and white and gold
Cybel's cold fire, electric
My unknowing prophecy, hey you
You are the cruel mirror
The careless mistake, I knew better
I know better still, bitter still
I will drink this even now, even tomorrow
Even while the daemons cycle and play
Circle and pray

Their mistress will grow wiser
Surely this iteration, she will be wiser
She swallows,
What is the difference choking down
Tears or *****, anyway?