Serenade from Hell

White wings, golden paths to evil

Love extricated from retrieval 

Hearts of boilng ice, frozen fire

Of pure innocence a spiral


A teardrop of many a rusted night

God-given, hell-taken, synonym of fright

Another one for the infinite line

Another broken taker-of-time


March, brave soul, against the tide

Wage fruitless wars against fate's bride

And come to, slip away, back into bliss

Your awareness is the only thing you shall miss


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