Lament of the lady lost Michael: Seraphim dove send my message from upon high Their incoherent rage shame. And the prophets. there upon their stony gaze my mind was a Maze I went through to the end, bore that weight, But came back without losing face, though Exit unlikely i tread . That is - not alive, not dead - My life, my joy And love. And any words And any award does not atone for her loss. Father, what do I do? I asked and wept before the flamed sword Darkness and evil cut,There forever fell By the light moisture of my soul mate, gone too soon! - crystal lady, of generosity love and grief. Evil lurked within, sly, burning, In wound foamed my lifes blood, But a person could not be found, This body has not evolved. We are in captivity. Solely on the shore of Performed vows Behind the wall, on the other shore, An Angel whispers:. to me of Light- of soul of repentance .. What the demons whisper to me I dare not tell a soul. What do I do, tell me, father, How to get along without her? Even a swords Twisting - will not sever this happy sorrow. needful of the need of a Victim and thus my own victim I become And in the tomb of the princess. They need not love the beauty of And without the power of courage, To once again at the foot of the cross Hopeless howl from a Void of emptiness. For only darkness is there sept an Echo...
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