Crystal tears of amber grace
Fall across the white washed sea.
The darkness that we built was molded
By the thing I could not be.
Conceal my bitter imperfection
With a veil of bloody fear,
Touching scars that lightly dance
Against the brighter hemisphere.
All the world falls down to stillness
Beneath the caverns of our minds.
Reaching out to touch the nightfall
In this cup of fairy wine.
The fingers of a lacy eve
Fall with red-tipped monarch wings.
This goblet black and ebony
Could never mask such shadowed things.
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