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Ironical Communion (Amber)


Sweet Irony,

hits my tangled troubles, and frees this

blade

from the stranding line

Cynically slides,

Through dusty gemstone,

To offer a soft respite to my ethereal

plagues.



Let me cover with silence,

The figures around me:

A velvety sigh on the noisy stammering.



Grow to a physical essence,

And heavily walk on this living mosaic

Called pain...

I can hear the breath of every dowel:

My demons are waiting...



Conceal this fool architecture

From my (singing) conviction.

Blind my cyclopian, trifling dreads

And dethrone the useless days

From my infested eyes.

Irony, my car

Ephel Duath

Ironical Communion (Amber) / Ephel Duath

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