I stoop my head in wonder
As your cool radiance lances my being...
As you turn and trap me in the lidded gaze
of eyes torn to a cold and searing rage...
Will you call to me
in the sun burnished landscape...
Will you call to me
when the last times fall...
High in Towers dark
where Orb and wand weave...
I hold a key gleaming
before a door of silvered hue...
I hold a crown floating
in shadow of dark longing...
And it was said
that in the Elder Days...
Night is a time of peacefulness, and harmony.
Day is sunshine, pleasant and sunny, but nights...
Heaven sent angels to earth to grace us humans,
Eternal beauty to gaze upon...
Can you help me?
Can you save me...
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