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Chapter VI: Cradle Her Nocturnal Despair
One Petal Remains
One riddle gives way to millions of others swaying with doubt, the real torture's prolonging an answer. One movement yields nothing but failure shackled to pain in a lonely coma.
I cried today when your nightmare turned to me. He stood alone, bent o'er your sepulture. In a loam of words, he said, "her name is Infinite." You know I love you more than I want to. In a hedgerow somewhere, light has yet to break through.
Oh!, little rag doll, what did you say to the rose you lie under. Hung on a thorn is your burden, sharper than any reply. But are you alive in another light?
Oh!, little rag doll, what do you say to the rose you lie under? Heaven has cowed you for treason; hell is somewhere you know too well. Oh!, little rag doll, how did you lose your innocence? How did you fake it? How did you play the role? Oh!, little fragile ominous toll to anywhere, pay with the petal when you've no more to give.
Hellbroth
How is it love can gape the waters more,
Open the mouth and swallow silent tides?
My light, failing, nearly dampens the core;
How is it love can drown the child it hides?
Drawn by the current faceless masquerade,
Roil the mud she wore, cascading her sight.
Moonlight pierce the night, with your plead, persuade;
Raise the tide and swallow me whole tonight.
Soul of an angel clipped of flight will learn
After the fall there's nowhere left to climb.
Ye who fail the wind plunge into the churn;
Swift away in vein by the rush of time.
'Tween the shores rejoice antiphonal wail;
Loneliness has swallowed her whole tonight.
Diminuendo
Into the Hands of Thanatos
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