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Deathdefying.
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My Works If I should die, think only this of me:
my story shalt not die,
but live on in some ancient dynasty.
My crypt a dusty earth,
Shrouded in the moonlight.
Enchanting voices and haunting sights,
whispering bewitching spells on this ominous night.
The century's corpse still shrunken, hard & dry,
Preserved in some white winter
Freezing in the ground
my heart still beating..
Yet you cannot hear me screaming.
The wind in its death defiance,
carries me to my love.
My love who resents me,
holding skeletal hands out to me.
For centuries frozen in some crystal cage,
cursed to forever stay.
The ancient pulse beats silently,
in this icy heart.
My love who hates me,
my lovely killer
Singing melodies of my murder.
Deep in the fog, in the woods after midnight
In the land where its always winter
You left your only heart behind
in Triumph and Disaster.
