Natures dead, the day is dark,
Above my head, a beating heart.
Let blood drip slow, in dying eyes,
As fire below, the devil and his surprise.
Hark the angel, as she weeps,
Her tears fall gently, down her cheek.
As time goes by, shan’t to die,
For her my soul shall keep.
Forever more, behind a door,
Becomes the story, midnights lore.
And the moon will give, the faintest glow,
On nights like this, such sorrow.
For at a glance the mirror's broke,
A lasting chance, my mind to choke.
Reflections of a greater lie,
Will get you through the darkest night.
And as the sun to dawn,
The deer to faun,
The madness ever looms.
Interpretations strong,
The mirror smooth,
Its glass reflects,
The actions that you choose.
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