

My Tower In The Sky My Tower In The SkyMy Tower In The Sky
Is made of broken, bitter tears is made of scattered dreams which raven weaves like beams in my tower, forsaken for years
high in the clouds I look down while the winds gush in my ears grief they bring in a quiet frown in my tower, forsaken for years
the crescent dies in a cloud my face I bury in its solid pain and cries echo in raven shroud distant orisons I hear again
then the eventide draws near hollow stars gathered once more the raven's weaved tears, so clear in my tower, deafen


Duchess 'Ashen Hair'In the veil of dusk we gathered bound to find the winding way with spirits yet not shattered we roamed the mound astrayDuchess 'Ashen Hair'
and breaths of frosty vapour crawled before our eyes shades to wake the Maker were slowly menacing in size
my hunt was getting tired and the grass began to sting will-o'-the-wisps were fired an' leaden hearts began to sink
we knew her hidden abodes we knew she waits in solitude relentless would be her assaults to us she did rancorously allude
my hunt was getting frightened and the trees began to s


The self - devoured HeartIt beckons from the inside the heart filled with gore it sickens from the dim light a heart in rotting coreThe self - devoured Heart
it pounds inside a hollow the heart drowned in tar the ooze that drops is sorrow a heart with blacken'd scar
I beckon from the last pit the heart that waits to perish a chest is torn and bare slit by heart, cold and hellish
I beat inside a death shell it pounds to split apart it gorge alive its own cell my self' - devoured heart.


Checkmate in the VestryThe lonely twilight lastly arrived, bearded, tired and cold, the weary candles it placed aside an' waited the night, dry and bald. Time? it was hard to tell the time for all the clocks began to snore and bells lulled a 'good-night' chime quiet and dark cuddled on the floor... only... behind one Romanesque door, inside the minster's old vestry, a royal folk disturbed the night with cups of spirit, plates of pastry, indecent slang and bleary sight... 'Clink!' (full glasses) - 'splash!' (deep pitchers), cheered hoarse features  Checkmate in the Vestry
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