Malice Through the Looking Glass

Take away the wine
 For restlessness plagues me...
 I am assailed by a spectre profounder
 Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime
 I shalt suffer the confessional mime
 Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas
 Only once it is dark doth my misery cease
 She died to a sky dressed in flame
 Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice
 Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice
 "I am as dusk come to ravish the light"
 Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night
 "I will answer thy prayers"
 If thou Wouldst drink of my life...
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 Encroaching evening skies
 Die with such tragedy
 And those interred in cold graves
 Dwell on pleasures to be...
 In deep hysteria where our legend still breathes
 Through sweet death and thereafter
 Sweeping nightmares... shalt feed