Somedays death settles in her iron threshold;
Bodies tangle, flying towards the ends of the earth.
The old angels told me the secret of the new angels -
they told me that lilies come in autumn,
and rain comes in drought.
Why they said this,
they said they could not tell.
Bringers of secrets in the moonlit night,
bringing the secrets to the shearer’s patients
in the damp hallways of their underground hospitals.
Fiery destruction, blood in the dungeons, deathly hollows,
broken springs, dried up wells,
parched throats, parched brains.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
Somedays death settles in her iron threshold;
Bodies tangle, flying towards the ends of the earth.
The old angels told me the secret of the new angels -
they told me that lilies come in autumn,
and rain comes in drought.
Why they said this,
they said they could not tell.
Bringers of secrets in the moonlit night,
bringing the secrets to the shearer’s patients
in the damp hallways of their underground hospitals.
Fiery destruction, blood in the dungeons, deathly hollows,
broken springs, dried up wells,
parched throats, parched brains.
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