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Strands of sunlight die amongst the trees
I put on my coat to take my leave.
With frigid fingers I pry open the womb
Of earth to you in all your splendorous gloom.

Pressed in my palm I hold three fresh azaleas
Pale beside your purple doom regalia.
I crouch beside the shrine of glowing embers
And recall the melody of sweet December.

The river Stx is as long as it is cold.
Famished waters lapping at the holds
Of single ships passing through this way;
Deathless souls bound in dissarray.

Ceberus is waiting at the gate,
Drooling jaws to soon decide your fate.
Hades has you in his vice once more.
Golden throne upon the stony floor.

He procures a rounded glowing crimson fruit
And your freezing starving mind's not so astute.
Eating dripping drops of scarlet blood,
You kneel and cover sad eyes with your hood.

Watching you eat with dark infatuation
While you seek to decode your situation
Hades claims your beauty for his own.
Takes you as a prisoner in his home.

Demeter is screaming in her sleep.
The earth is barren; harvest can't be reaped.
With open eyes she listens to your moans.
Subterranean shrieks chilling to the bone.

Oh six you are but six that you are not
Indebted to the mire and the rot.
Shaking a trembling frame of internal strife
Half you are of death and half of life.