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    The Skyline
    Oh dismal mourning...
    I open my weary eyes once again
    My life has been left hollow and ashes have filled the gorge of my within
    Last night I hoped and wished I'd die in my sleep but no catharsis was granted to me
    Will this pain ever pass?
    The enchanting perfume of winter and the bleak, cold breath of her still haunts me...
    Oportet ubique pulchritudinem evanescere
    So half of me rode to the mountains and the other half soared high in the winds
    to a place where the angels had fallen, the soil gagged and choked on their wings
    My soul was the pale skyline that she stretched across the horizon
    Two years had brought the fire that she paints upon my loathsome canvas
    She is the dark one...
    As a bird I watched her from my cold tower in the heavens
    and when she fell from the northplace, I flew down and embraced her
    I took her where the snow falls forever, she showed me the haunted woods
    We gathered together in the oaken palace, free from both death and life
    The fire blazed in her eyes one day and she tore the soul from my chest
    With a bleeding heart, I flew back to my cold tower
    to never escape and lie in a pool of death forever
    I saw the nightfall...
    It called to me like a river of shadows
    It sang to me with the cries of a thousand ravens that blackened the sky
    as they took flight and sank the Sol
    I shall never trust the sun again, Eridanis Nadir
    I ran away far into the woods
    To find the Sol, I called to her...
    "I don't want to be forgotten... I never wanted to be human"
    So alas the sun had descended, her fire burned brilliant in the sky
    The trees bore their withered silhouettes, that cast a spell upon unearthly white
    No wolf shall keep his secrets, no bird shall dance the skyline
    And I am left with nothing but an oath that gleams like a sword
    To bathe in the blood of man
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