Thy Serpent - Crystalmoors

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I do profound the death
Inside which it weakens me
Not mine acting does it cause
…it is in fear
But blindness thou see in every mortal —
Dreamlike thought
Including in me
Beheaded I am
Greedly waiting besides thine grotesque being
For a saviour of this soul
Had it even ever been?
Thou all art but blind fruits
In mine created bowl;
Only feeling my hunger to thine flesh
As stars have come old
It Is a desolate night in me again
So I was told
Carried I did the shadow alone
To these crystalmoors
With a bare arm and drop of blood
…as I do recall
My reasons for vast profoundness
Are deepen far away
By the shimmering light of the «ill-face»
I do stand pale and tall…
Wandering about in darkness questioning myself
Was there ever a day at all?