my mind is full of
dark and new creatures,
breathing moons and dead
stars. Odile, my fair queen,
lament and know that -
I, of soldier born
and worldly travels,
have failed yet again -
loveless and nameless,
I shall be struck off
of registers known
and widely studied.
Oh, Lacrimosa,
how soulless can I
be? Oh, heavens' pray
that by fading light,
forged from things unknown,
and wielded by they -
my fate be motioned
and held safe till you
may come hither and
liberate my soul.
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