what sits in vicious throes of time
her silver shiny face
quivering from infernal forge
obscured away in space

enigma of this starry gloom
labyrinth of fantasy
dissected by her loneliness
seamless as tranquil sea

the opus of my nightingale
and chastened sounds of glee
sure as a stolen sight of gods
reveal our destiny

a life of defunct voidness
the land of phantom trace
in fraction of the infinite
she finds a sweet embrace

of what is filtered through her eyes
it rains through silver hair
all in the moments autumns float
and thunders sweep with care

for those of us who shall be praise
or bring repose upon
hers is the love so often missed
and seldom ever won

for coldest warmth of molten dreams
may spiral passing by
and mark a mortal woman's love
for a man who could not die

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