Set the Sun to darken let wallow I, in gloom
Caress the winds like silk upon my downcast face
Somber is my mourning shallow filled is my grace
Imprisoned, inspired by her gentle beauty
Lush, her light tenders mercy to the fallen sky
Like grains of sand sifting through my fingers softly
Gentle rose she wilts drawing shelter from your night
Primal like the Wolf baleful moans and lusty breaths
Striking fear, my heart in simple shadows does rest
Quietly she rises gloriously to claim
Savage she ravages sanity from the sane
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