The intrepid rain drops on my flesh
and washes away my unforgiven
whilst the wind floods my hair
and blows away the insignificant
to recuperate my heavenly losses
for this forsaken eve had taken refuge
from the perpetual pummels of time
into the realms of the ravening dark
Her cherubic wings fluttered
For the heavens had promised her agony
Through the twilight and thorns that serveth the vile
And tides of the restive faith
Like a proud unfallen star
She still bejeweled the skies
For the tempest assured her a flight
Above the reachable
The golden dawn bows
For the queen of the ethereal walks
Past the midgets of scorn
and the hymns for the bygones
She pours drops of pride
From the deepest vials of gold
On her damned white gown
for her yellow moon had a promise to keep.
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