A heart black veil,
Quickly she dances,
First born,
An ancient youth,
Twirling round,
A black veil spining,
Playful dances,
Spinning youth.
A pure white veil,
Now she's walking,
Second born,
But mother of all,
Hand in hand,
Her consort-lover,
*** and love,
and marriage vows.
A blood red veil,
Now she's standing,
Third born,
And oldest still,
All is done,
But none is finished,
Knife in hand,
The altar bare.
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
A heart black veil,
Quickly she dances,
First born,
An ancient youth,
Twirling round,
A black veil spining,
Playful dances,
Spinning youth.
A pure white veil,
Now she's walking,
Second born,
But mother of all,
Hand in hand,
Her consort-lover,
*** and love,
and marriage vows.
A blood red veil,
Now she's standing,
Third born,
And oldest still,
All is done,
But none is finished,
Knife in hand,
The altar bare.
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