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Mirror, mirror on the wallShouldst not grave pleasures be my all?For if I shall see thy Will be doneGrant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongueThree moondials froze in the shadow of sixAs another soul passed to the grasping StyxClutching their trinket crucifixBats blew from caves in a dissonant surgeOmens of corruption from within the churchA fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirthAlone as a stone cold altarThe castle and its keepLike faerytale dominion roseA widow to the snow peaksWherein reclined the CountessLimbs purring from the killBathed in virgin white and like the nightAlive and young and unfulfilledWas it the cry of a wolfThat broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?Of Her life as a mere reflection(As the moon's in narrow windows caught)That opened like dark eyelids onThe sigh of the woods that the wind fell uponLike a Siren weaving songFrom the lilt of choirs chokingWhere the vengeful deadBelong...To the Sorceress and Her charnel artsShe swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scarsTo unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despairShod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there,In netherglades tethered where onyx idols staredWas it the Kiss of the mistThat peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?Lost souls begging resurrectionFrom Gods upon their forest plinthsWhose epitaphs read of re-ascending to winRemission from despair through a holocaust of sinIn a tongue hilted in invective rectums

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